I was raised by many standards in poverty. We lived on welfare. I never saw my father … which in hindsight was beneficial.
What I remember the most is mom baking sugar cookies. My running to the market for two sticks of Blue Bonnet margarine. Our wrestling on the floor watching the black and white television.
Many people are depressed over what they weren’t able to give for Christmas and the Holidays. Many went into debt in order to pay for glimpses of love purchased. Have peace. It is good we don’t receive all we pray for or affirm. It is well that not all our goals are achieved.
Life, adversity, disappointment are co creators of our soul that yearns for things redeemable by a gift card.
What all of us desire most in the Holidays is a memory. Never a purchased gift.
Keeping up with others has never character made. Which is the real purpose of our being and parenting.
What matters most is the person we become. Not what we acquire. For still as in times ago, things that rust and moths eat appeases the moment not the character living on into Forever. Where the work of molding continues for those who remember us.
What adversities have you experienced? What have you learned from them? What has helped you deal with them?