Thursday, November 15, 2012

 

The Holiday Blues

I never understood them but I guess this year I am bound for them. Christmas is approaching and I don't care. And that's so foreign to me because I want to care. Mostly because I know I usually do care. I want the joy and the wonder. I want to be happy about all this. But in a world where I will never again see my mother open up a Christmas present, where she'll never make Thanksgiving dinner again, where we'll never again go to sushi for my birthday or crabs for hers, I just can't get that excited about it.

I'm going to Melaney's house for Thanksgiving. The girl's paternal aunt is like my sister, yes. But I think I'm also mourning the fact that I don't have any close blood relations around me. There are cousins. Lots of them, in fact. But I don't feel connected to them. They don't call me. I'm not included on invitation lists. I don't take that personally. I wasn't raised to be a part of their social circle and I never really expected to be. So I miss my brother. And I long to hold my baby niece and just be around my family.

This year I again made myself busy with a bunch of stuff. I can't help but remember that in years past this kept me from spending as much time with mom as I could have. And I always had that excuse handy. "I'm busy!" I'm generally not a big fan of regret, but I will admit that I do regret not spending as much time with her as I could. And I regret not pushing harder for her to take care of herself. And I regret not getting over my childhood issues and just loving on her while she was here.

And I'm mad. My birthday is coming up. And I don't want it to. I don't want to celebrate the day that I was born without the person who gave birth to me. I don't want the Facebook well wishes, I don't want presents, I very much want this to be an ordinary day. I mean, it's my 36th birthday. It's not like it's a milestone. We'll just chill out on the birthday front until 40, by which time I should have it all together, right?

I dunno. I'm holding it together. Kinda. Kinda not. Everything is different. EVERYTHING is different. And I don't like it. I don't know what normal is anymore. I sometimes feel like I don't know who I am anymore. I'm just this person who walks through life but I don't feel very connected to anything.

So Happy Thanksgiving. Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa. I'll be in bed.

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