My Christmas wish is that we will stop writing articles about "What Not to say to people who (are pregnant/can't get pregnant/don't have kids/ have kids/ are adopted/have just adopted/ have a child with a disability/have never had a disability/ have just fallen in love/have lost a love one/are stay at home moms/are working moms/ are depressed/refuse to acknowledge suffering/etc etc etc) and just realize that everyone, for the most part, is doing the best they can. No one is out to get us. Or hurt us. Or misunderstand us. Or offend us. We are all trying to relate to each other. We all want to be loved. We all want to be interesting. Sometimes we will bore people. Not because we're boring, but because some people are interested in somethings other than us. Sometimes we won't be invited to the party. Not because everyone hates us, but because not everyone can be invited to every party. There is only so much punch and booze. Only so many personalities who can jive all at once. It 's ok. Sometimes people won't remember our names, not because we aren't memorable, but because there are too many damn people and all of them come equipped with one of those pesky names. Some people won't get us the "right" gift this year. Not because they don't *understand* us, but because they wanted to get us something, and THEY GOT US A GIFT. How beautiful! Relax. Breathe. Be kinder than you can. Take nothing personally, because that is your right and your choice. You are fine. I am fine. We are all going to be fine. Surrender to the holidays, the mess, the magic, the moments, the discomfort and the disappointments. These are the gifts of the living.
Remind me when you see me. And I'll remind you.
Remind me when you see me. And I'll remind you.
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