Holidays

Holidays.  I used to love them as a kid.  I want my kids to love them too.  I want my kids to have the same traditions that I had when I was a kid.  Holidays were always family oriented.  We would stay with my cousins and play games and such and I want Joba and Teo to play with their cousins too.  I want them to enjoy holidays.  But today, this thanksgiving, was very hard for me.  It was the first thanksgiving without my sister and I never ended a holiday so down.  I don't know why.  But I feel so down right now.  Maybe it's the random "you got very wide" comments and everyone laughing, or the making fun of Josiah's habits that got me a little bothered but I think that if my super sister were there she would make everything okay.  Or maybe I'm just a little over sensitive about everything because I have had very little sleep in the last week because Mateo's teething.  Today was a miserable holiday and I feel down.

Either way, it is a day to give thanks, so I do give thanks to God for my wonderful hubs who always tries to save me from my self pity hole.  I am thankful for my beautiful children who look at me with such wonderful smiles of love and trust.  I am thankful for having a roof over my head and I am thankful for being able to just about afford the roof and the food that we made today.

I say this a lot but life is hard and it is definitely not predictable.  Bad days happen.  Bad holidays will come.  I believe that if life were easy and things always went our way then we would never grow as people.  The way that bad days are handled helps build character.  That doesn't make sense.  Let me explain to no one, but if someone does ever read my blogs, let me explain my nonsense.  If you were at the grocery store and some guy shoved you and made you drop your groceries, how you handle it represents your character and who you are as a person.  So if it happened one time and you yelled at the person only to realize that he was walking with a broken leg and didn't actually mean to push you, and you felt bad for yelling at him, the next time it happens you know not to get so mad so fast and you know to assess the situation before jumping to anger.  Hence, the growth of character.  See? See?  So, bad days happen, bad holidays come, but the next time I get called "wide" or someone makes fun of joba, I know what to do, what to say or what not to say and I'll just exercise more until next holiday comes.  Then they can comment on my non-wide-ness, or sliminity?