The tree is down. Decorations are put away. Our lives slid back into a "normal" school routine. But instead of the usual mix of emotions that bubble up this time of year-sadness that this special time has ended and, at the same moment, relief to be back into a familiar routine- I find myself in a different place entirely.
Advent started for me in a focused and reflective way. The last blog post that I wrote early in December, (but didn't post until the week before Christmas to coincide with its release on Catholicmom.com), represented the way I felt for the first half of Advent. (By the time I actually posted the blog, I was in a different emotional place entirely! I even struggled with the idea of actually sharing it.) By mid-December, my Advent had taken a sharp right turn from the road towards a newborn baby in a stable in Bethlehem, barreled down a bumpy, dirt road, and crashed into a barren desert that felt and appeared to be Lent!
The night of Gaudete Sunday was the beginning of an emotional tornado that began with Kate coming down with the flu that kept her out of school the entire week and sick for her birthday and continued with a medical procedure that went horribly wrong for Sarah. This tornado lasted through most of Christmas vacation as other family members succumbed to the flu, Peter struggled in his program, and Kate came down with pneumonia. Caring for normal illness and having to cancel or postpone family holiday plans was disappointing. Adding to that the worry for an adult child traumatically harmed through a medical procedure and trying to help her husband care for her and find the additional medical help she needed was incredibly difficult and heart wrenching.
And it was Christmas!!! It was important to me as a mom to make it as nice as it could be for the kids that lived with us and whoever was brave enough to visit, despite all the difficult circumstances we were dealing with. Although my list was simplified daily because we were in 'survival mode', I still received the Grace, and maybe some white knuckling, to pull off a much simplified version of my original Christmas plans. The stress and exhaustion took it's toll on me though, and Christmas night I spiked a fever that kept me couch bound for several days and low energy for even more. Not one of the projects that I had been planning to tackle when I had extended time during my "week off" between Christmas and New Year's ever happened!
Every day of the week leading up to Christmas through New Year's Eve felt like our life was a series of dumpster fires and I never knew each day which one I was going to need to run to and use my very inadequate fire extinguisher to try to calm the flames.
I'm still completely emotionally discombobulated and feel like I'm walking in a cloud of confusion trying to figure out exactly how I got here and trying to make sense of it all. I haven't gotten any great insight or even peace about everything. I'm just working hard on trying to calm my sensory system, focus on self care when I can, and slowly emerge out of survival mode.
I guess in sharing this Advent misadventure, I'm hoping that anyone that had their own difficult Advent and Christmas season won't feel so alone. If you didn't jump into this new year with a list of resolutions and hope for the months ahead, that's ok. Sometimes, life is really hard and just getting through the day is a pretty big accomplishment! Sometimes we just need some TLC and a little more time to recover emotionally before we are ready to move forward.
My entry into 2024 is a lot slower and more cautious than usual. It's just where I'm at. If you find yourself in a similar place, just know that it's ok. Sometimes life is all about baby steps. Maybe we can find encouragement in one of my favorite movie quotes from the movie Elizabethtown;
"All forward progress counts!"
