Tradition
Every year my Dad and I put up the Christmas tree, this is tradition ever since I was old enough to I put the angel on top and my brother turned on the lights or vice versa. So when Dad called to let me know they had started to put up the Christmas decorations, I surprised myself by saying
‘Thats great hope you have the tree up!’
‘Not yet but me and your brother are thinking of doing it tomorrow’
‘Great! It’ll be lovely to come home and have it all done!’
As i hung up the phone my heart sank, I’m not really ok with this, it is more than just putting up a tree together, it is a task i hated but loved at the same time because it was a few hours I got to spend alone with Dad. It is more than just tradition, its a bond.
At the same time I cant help thinking grow up! Its only a tree! I will refrain from throwing a tantrum ( i think i am well and truely beyond that phase) and accept this as another sign that I am moving on and growing up, even though at times I wish i was still the little girl he had to lift up to help put the angel on the tree.
Do you have any traditions as Christmas? Perhaps this year we will start a new tradition, i will have to wait and see!
Times have Changed
As I returned to university this week i noticed a change in my mother and father not in themselves but in their attitudes towords me.
Having been away from home the past 4 months my mother has acheived what many of us thought was impossible for her, she let go. Although I am the youngest in the family and my brother is 3 years older I was the first to take the initial step and move away from home. I am lucky and proud of the relationship I have with both my mother and please to say that i the last 4 months she has let go and allowed me the freedom and space I needed to become more independent and realise who I am as a person, always knowing that if i need her or home I only have to ask.
In contrast however I am still Daddys little girl, I assume that it is because he has been away from home he is yet to realise the steps I have taken and how independent i have become. In the meantime however I will have to endure the hourly texts of ‘how are you now?’ and ‘text me when your home.’
Nevertheless I would rather have him like this, than not have him at all. x
All I want for Christmas
I am back at college after a lovely long weekend at home! 3 weeks until my Christmas exams and the first half of my first year at university will be over, it weird how it feels like time flies in some ways and in other ways it hasn’t. They have turned on the Christmas lights here so hopefully tomorrow i’ll put up a few photos! I have mixed feelings about Christmas, i love when all my family are together and this year will be particularly special but i also think that it has become too commercial, instead of being concerned with the best gifts, who gets what and having the perfect ‘Christmas look’, i think people often lose sight of what it is all about.
This year i am keeping the gifts to a minimum, with my dad being away for so long it’s really made me feel l ike all i want for Christmas is to be with the ones I love, and to enjoy that at home things are at peace!
Excuse my ignorance!
I’ve been reading through a lot of blogs over the last few days and clearly its thanksgiving! However as I live in Ireland I have heard of thanksgiving but as it is not celebrated I am completely ignorant to what it’s all about! I would love it if someone could enlighten me!
In the meantime though it has made me really look forward to Christmas, especially with the family being back together again!
Me?
4 am and just after sitting up talking all night, i was just getting in to a nice sleep when BOOM door swings open,
‘is it you? did you find what you were looking for? is that you sorted now for duty?’
‘me?’
I realise then Dads back and so is the sleep walking, a regular occurrence when he’s stressed or been working a lot. Countless times we have been woken with orders, or wake to find him getting dressed for work hours ahead of time. Its my mother i feel for though as just as she is sleeping contentedly the covers are pulled from her and the bed needs striped! As annoying as this can be however we cant help but laugh, not everyone locks their dad in his bedroom when they have friends stay over! Countless bruises have been endured as he walks into walls and doors that shouldnt be there, many conversations are humorous as well as serious and although it doesn’t happen that often most humorous of all will be when i tell him in the morning and he simply replies;
