As wretched as 2016 was, I am not looking forward to 2017 and Trump’s rise to power.A lot of people are going to be hurt, and there is going to be a lot of suffering. And I’ve simply been overwhelmed by the smack down the feminist movement received and feelings of powerlessness that trying to fight seems insurmountable.
Facebook reminded me of something that happened a few years ago when a person going door to door to preach in my neighborhood knocked on my door. He asked me if I died today would I have amassed enough good deeds to earn a reward in Heaven. I sighed and said, “You shouldn’t do good things because you’ll be rewarded. You should do good things because they are the right things to do. Merry Christmas.” I then shut the door in his stunned face.
One of the more challenging aspects of homeschooling has been hammering out the schedule. Buddy is in therapy for twenty hours a week, four days a week. This is good because they do work on academic skills, but it still makes finding the time challenging. In the morning I’m so focused on getting everyone dressed and out of the door on time that it doesn’t happen. And after five hours of therapy, Buddy is tired and doesn’t want to do more table work. And then in the evening I see clients for my counseling practice.
Left to my own devices, I would ignore Christmas. But as the mother of two small children who are becoming more aware, and extremely excited, about the season, it is not possible. Being a mother around Christmas time means being dragged into the season, and I endure it like I do their love of Yo Gabba Gabba.