
Christmas came and went. It was just another day on the calendar of this never ending year. I’m relieved it’s over. I don’t believe this loss will ever get easier. But I do think some days will be harder, and this was one.
I tried my best for our little boy. He deserved all the joy this holiday could bring. And I did my best. I did all the things that brought me the most joy of the holiday season in previous years, figuring those had the best chance of bringing even a glimmer of joy this year. I made a list of Christmas movies I’ve watched in the past and checked it off, managing to view most of them. I decorated with all my favorite decorations. I did what I could. I let some things go, at least for this year, knowing I couldn’t do it all. I had moments of joy, mostly through my 21 month old’s eyes of awe and wonder.
And now we are here, with the first holiday in the past. I’m ready to take it all down. I want it gone. But I’ll ease it away as my beautiful boy is already wondering where his advent calendar went and why the neighbors lights are down. It must be so confusing to a little one to have so many things that bring joy one day and the next day it’s gone. I suppose that’s what grief is for him too, having his Dada one day and the next day he’s gone. I wish I could slowly take that away for him too instead of all at once, so it’s less of a shock to his system. Really, I wish he never had to go away at all if we’re being honest, but I suppose that goes without saying.
I did it. We did it. And now it can be done. Until the next big day. I just want to hibernate now.
