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Laying in my bed looking at my Christmas tree. Yes, it is in my bedroom. Since I became a single mother when my daughter was 16 months old, we moved in with my parents. I wanted my daughter to remember I provided our own Christmas tree and traditions. We collected ornaments every year on our trips or were given as gifts to us. She still wants a tree in the bedroom. Which I love!
Above the window, I have a wood sign that says “love more, worry less”. Daily spirals of single motherhood working at a job, running a business at home, and raising my daughter is my completely normal routine. But this month is holiday month, gearing up for Christmas, parties to attend, plays to attend to keep traditions, daughter’s extracurricular holiday activities like the violin concert, nurturing her the past 48 hours when she had fever and stomach flu (endless laundry- the mothers would know what this means!), pack and unpack trip- now we are packing for Legoland trip to go tomorrow after work, I worry “Can I make it through today?!” ,“There is so much to do today”, “I can’t get it done by tonight”. Stop. I must “love more, worry less”. All these things are temporary, I must stay in the moment and love more. Show more love. Give more love. Say things in more love. Feel more love. Erase my fears and worries. Slow down. See the beauty of December.
Last night, my mother took my daughter and I to a Christmas play. My! It was magical. Every scene was beautiful. I felt the joy of the holidays. The joy of being a family. I was thankful for my mother to take us (a break from sickness, school and work life, the phone and technology). Just to be together and watch a theatre play. Every scene brought me memories of growing up as a deaf child. I will share why in a different blog soon!
I am thankful for traditions with my daughter and family.
I am thankful for my village- my parents, brother and daughter.
I choose joy, do it scared, love more and worry less.