I haven’t been blessed with the gift of patience. Or maybe I’ve just been unwilling to receive it. The holidays seem to bring out the highs and lows for me. I’m elated when family is together, when we’re all getting along, when we’re humming Christmas carols, when laughter fills the home. I’m also stressed when there’s a lot to be done, there are gifts to buy, and deadlines to meet.
The other day I went out to drive my husband’s car in the morning and realized I left an interior light on all night. My first thought was ‘please let this car start.’ You see it had brought me back to a time when I went to drive the kids to school one morning and the car was dead. I noticed three lights left on overnight inside the car. I was mad. Really mad.
I went storming in the house yelling at the kids demanding to know who dared to leave the lights on. No one confessed. You rarely do when a lunatic mom with blazing Cruella de Vil eyes is demanding to know. I threw out punishments, I complained of the inconvenience, and I made sure they knew about the inconvenience. Not my finest moment, and the worst thing is, I knew it was an accident.
In the moment when I realized I had left the light on in my husband’s car, I was scared. I was scared that someone was going to reprimand me. I was scared I was going to have to inconvenience someone else. Luckily the car started, and life went on.
What Do You Want for Christmas?
That experience gave me a different perspective; I was vulnerable like a child. Someone asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I wasn’t sure, but now I know. I want to be more patient, and I want to forgive quickly.
We all have those bad days when tempers are short, and we are snappier than we’d like to be. I need to learn to forgive myself for those days and ask my children to forgive me. I’m not going to cry over spilled milk anymore. Instead, in every job that must be done, we’ll find an element of fun.
Also I’m going to give the gift of forgiveness. And forgive quickly. Forgiving someone else is a gift that means far more than whatever can be found in a Black Friday ad. Grudges are silly. They only hurt you more than the other person.
Y’all, family is great, and that’s why I moved back home, but I’m gonna need some patience. You put a big ‘ol family of Latinos in a room, and there is a room full of strong opinions. It’s fun but crazy. So here’s hoping Santa brings me those gifts early. I might even take it from that crazy Elf on the Shelf. Or better yet, I should probably work on those gifts myself. Sometimes the best gifts aren’t wrapped up with a bow.
Wishing everyone the happiest of holidays!