Did you ever have one of those holidays where mom flipped the car…and the involvement of alcohol was questionable, your brothers got into a wresting match over whether or not the Patriots were going to the Super Bowl knocking over your two-year-old niece in the process, and your Uncle Ted, who clearly thinks he’s better than the entire family, spews out all the flaws of your unsophisticated hometown? Or worse, your dad was in the hospital and you had to pretend like everything was fine, smiling with crazed eyes, creating a variable holiday display in a sterile, hospital-smelling room, trying not to cry?
I think everyone has been there in some capacity. We all have an idea of how we want our holidays to turn out or what we think others experience. Others’ holidays are always better and, of course, very warm and fuzzy. Most of us project our holiday expectations onto our loved ones, “Why can’t we be more like the Thompsons? They are always singing Christmas carols and baking cookies for the homeless. All we do is fight…where are the damn cookies?! For crying out loud, would somebody help me wrap these presents and get this meal cooked?”
Do you stop for a moment to contemplate how you might play a part in this story? Or do you react by thinking, “Why me?! Why, THIS crazy family?! What did I do in a past life that was SO wrong?!” To be honest, in moments of particular craziness, these thoughts have crossed my mind more than a few times. However, through my mindfulness practice of yoga, and after a few pleading rhetorical questions, I can eventually step back and ask myself, “What are the gifts that I am getting from this family or situation?” Maybe learning forgiveness, love, letting go, unconditional acceptance, how to stand up for myself, how to give of myself, how to be part of a life that I often want in a neat and tidy package, yet, life is beautifully messy and doesn’t always accommodate my personal expectations.
So many intangible gifts that we can give and receive. Remembering these countless gifts, that they come from things unseen, they come from within. We can’t always choose what life throws at us, but we can choose whether or not to get caught up in our holiday horror stories. This year, when you feel the craziness welling up and you’ve already contemplated killing your sister, stop, close your eyes, take three deep breaths, and in that moment of quiet, ask yourself, “What are the gifts?” I’m often surprised by what I find.
Have a blessed, happy holiday season.
