Just one more sleep and Emma will be here! It has been 3 years since I spent the Christmas Holidays with my granddaughter, and I am absolutely over-the-moon with joy.
For the past month, I’ve been cooking everything I know she likes to eat. I have wrapped her presents with shiny paper and puffy bows… Her unicorn and flamingo floaties are inflated and ready for her because even though the water seems cold to us, she’ll want to jump into the pool as soon as she gets here.
And as I wait for the moment she arrives at my door, I am remembering past Christmases when I felt this same excitement… As a little girl, for several Sundays leading up to Christmas, my parents would pack us kids into the car, and off we’d drive to see the extended family who did not live in Vancouver like we did. I had two favourite girl cousins, born within 6 months of me and we loved one another like sisters. My teen years centered around parties with friends; and once I was living independently, I would travel through the worst winter weather so that I could spend my three-day Christmas break with the rest of my big family.
When I met Jorge and moved to Mexico, missing my family at Christmas was always “an issue”. It may be silly, but the desire to be with my long-distance loved ones at Christmastime is intrinsic to who I am. This is not to say I don’t also revel in the company of my family and friends who live here. Actually, they are the reason I can’t leave Merida at this time of year. And I suspect I am not alone with my foible.
But those who know me will agree that I am every bit as practical, as I am sentimental. Through the years, I have developed strategies to chase my melancholy away, and I’ve been lucky to have help with this. Jorge is as into the “spirit of Christmas” as I am… In fact our family’s celebrations and traditions have grown into nostalgic memories for the two of us, our children, our Yucatecan family and our many friends.
All year long, Jorge and I like to entertain. But during the Holidays, this bumps up several notches. We host dinners and parties… and we visit people. We like to play carols and I don’t care if I go overboard… I decorate! It does take effort and it is not uncommon for me to whine that I’m tired. But for as long as we are able to, Jorge and I will continue making a Merry Christmas.
I hope that everyone reading this post will have special moments over this year’s Holiday Season… Maybe you’ll plan an adventure that turns out differently to what you figured it would be… but somehow… it will seem better than expected?
And if you are missing the holidays of the past, create a new one for yourself this year. After all, every day of our lives is all about change.