The holidays bring out the Grinch in me – I don’t like to shop, I don’t like how the days are getting shorter and colder. My children are of two extremes, Vince is asking daily for things that he wants (and whining at any hint of hesitation at fulfilling his every wish), Edda is silent on her wants. Both of these extremes send me into an funk.
Since Thanksgiving, we’ve been seeing old friends – from high school, from old jobs, etc. These are the people who you used to see every day for years, and then for whatever reason, we just call/email once a year or so just to catch up. I’ve been feeling pretty good about Edda these days, not too anxious or too fretful. But all these kind, dear friends ask about Edda and how she’s doing and I start explaining how well she’s doing, no huge health issues, enjoying school and outings – feeling OK about it all and then all of a sudden, a little catch of emotion starts in me and I can feel that I’m about to cry. Sigh. But I don’t cry and the afternoon continues in a lovely way.