The remains of the holiday surround me as I sit here in the living room. The tree is still merry and bright, but I notice the poinsettias are beginning to fade. Feeling a bit like they look this morning. The holidays brought much joy, but also held some sadness too.
Looking back I see I’ve always tried to make things better; create a joyful place for my family, make it all beautiful. Provide that elusive something I didn’t have growing up.
Acceptance is a bitter pill in the beginning. Once swallowed, it brings to the surface all the sadness carried in the heart. Sometimes I feel I will drown in it. But then my arms and legs begin to move as if they have a mind of their own and I remember that I can swim.
I need to water those poinsettias. They may be fading and will eventually be gone. But they are still alive in all their faded glory, reminding me to appreciate now… it’s all we really have.
I can accept that.
It is the last weekend of the year. How will you spend it?