Holidays
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Being Fatherless On Father’s Day
Despite being a predictable yearly event, Father’s Day tends to sneak up on me every June. As I study the calendar, there’s usually a resounding, “Oh.. that’s THIS WEEK??”, followed by a flurry of preparations to celebrate The Captain’s daddyhood. I’m happy to put in this effort for him, but in the midst of the gift selection and the search for the perfect card, there is always at least a moment. A twinge. A pang. It’s brief, but it’s a soft shadow that lingers a bit before clearing. For six years now, there’s been one less gift to select, and one less card to buy. After my dad’s death, Father’s…
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A Mother’s Day Thank You To Single Moms
Mother’s Day is soon approaching, and I know that when I wake up tomorrow morning, my family will put their all into creating a lovely breakfast for us to celebrate the day with. There will be handmade cards covered with precious childish scribbles, perhaps a token gift, and lots of hugs and kisses. And this effort will be spear-headed by my husband. Although there are times when he’s oblivious to what a tremendous effort goes into the day-to-day aspects of being a mom, he makes a genuine effort to celebrate and acknowledge me on Mother’s Day. In thinking about the upcoming holiday, I want to thank every single mom out…
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Hoppy Easter!
This weekend was a blur of pastel eggs, sugar comas, and a carpet buried under endless strands of cellophane. In other words, Easter was here! Our Easter weekend was quite busy, but a good time was had by all (except my vacuum, that hates cellophane. Or my cat, that loves cellophane. Eating it. Then vomiting it up. But that’s another story…) We usually try to split holidays between both sides of the family, resulting in two separate outings. Double the fun… and double the candy. Double the chocolate-smeared clothing, the tantrums over hidden eggs, and the sugar-shock wild bedtime shenanigans. And the Easter clothes- oh, those precious little outfits. You…
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Happy Holidaze!
I’ve begun to realize that the week before Christmas, for me, is very similar to finals week in college. There is an abundance of very late nights, the frequent appearance of a very grubby sweatshirt, a steady diet of coffee, sugar, and carbs, a few tears, and the feeling of “if I just keep pushing…. it’ll all be OVER soon..” It’s easy for me to lose the true meaning of the holiday in the midst of the bargain shopping, the lists, the added holiday school events, and the wrapping. My gosh, the WRAPPING. So much wrapping. Image Courtesy of www.reddit.com And let’s not forget one of the dumbest parenting…
