It’s that time of year again… the shops are hectic, streets look like santa’s grotto (or mine does anyway), and considering it’s supposed to be a time about kindness and giving, it seems to bring out the rudest version of people! Or perhaps we’re just oblivious to it the other 11 months of the year, who knows!?
Christmas means something different for everyone, and for some people it isn’t always a good time of year…and that’s besides the freezing cold and much anticipated flu that rears it’s ugly head every year. For me, it’s all about family. I couldn’t care less if I don’t get a single gift, it’s just about being together. I think too often we loose sight of what it’s really about, and it does good to take a step back, a deep breath and a moment to really appreciate what we’ve got. Good, bad and indifferent.
This year is the first year that things really feel different for me. We’re all getting older, one of my brothers lives in Middlesborough (feels like the end of the earth sometimes), it’s my first christmas as a ‘Mrs’, and we’re all moving on with our lives. Gone are the days of camping on bedroom floors in case of reindeers on the roof, letting the dog sleep in the same room (the only time of the year this was allowed), playing xbox and watching films until we fall asleep. It makes me really happy, but sad at the same time. Happy that we had years of these traditions, but sad because I wasn’t quite ready to let go of them yet. But then I don’t know that I ever really would be.
For many years we camped in Joe’s room together with snacks and several duvets on the floor. Everyone always had little sleep, and a really bad back Christmas Day… apart from Joe of course. Think we got the raw end of that deal. But my favourite year, was the year that I beat both the boys at COD (Call of Duty). They both protest this… apparently it’s cheating to watch someone else’s section of the screen, and sit in a corner and shoot people as they walk past!? I do like to bring it up whenever I can! My point is… the memories are what’s important and I really can’t emphasise this enough. We’ve had years of sleepless nights, happy memories and make-shift Christmas’s during rough times. Now I guess it’s time to make new traditions as we get older.
This year I will be spending my first christmas morning at home with my hubby and our dog. As much as I miss all the old traditions, we have to make new ones at some point, and this is a good place to start with my first Christmas as ‘Mrs Bewley’. I think what feels scary is that it’s different. Not good, not bad, just… different.
This time of year especially, is about celebrating that it’s another year together. Another year we made it. Maybe a little more exhausted… but none the less. I think there is even more emphasis on this when you live in a family circumstance like we do. However, it’s also a time to be there for others that perhaps aren’t as fortunate as we are. A little thought and kindness can make a big difference to someone. It’s nice to feel that someone else has thought of us, so return the favour.
We’re very lucky that we are here, happy, and as healthy as we can be! Our family has never been a vision of health between us, but we’re all still here and that’s what is important. Even though lives move on, traditions change and we get older it’s important that we all remember… Santa is still real!! Make sure you’re on the nice list. It’s nice to be nice.