finding meaning in the dried up frosting

I can’t help but notice all the negativity that I hear surrounding Christmas, or should I say,  the holidays.

We can’t wait for the holidays to get over so we can get back to eating healthy.
Traveling around the holidays is such a pain.
Spending money on gifts we don’t want to buy yet we do it anyways because it’s expected.We feel obligated to please whoever we’ve decided in our minds is worth this stress…
All the projects and crafts and activities and work and planning we have choose to do.
We procrastinate and put off the baking and wrapping and decorating till the last days. So we stand in a long line waiting to check out, grumbling about time and oh – the holidays.
We compare too much. We pin and instagram and share photos of things we are proud of. Things we want to do but can’t absolutely do. ever. Things we think we should be doing.
Too much. Have to do it all. So much.
Guilt for not doing enough. Stress over spending too much. Exhaustion from doing too much.

Over what?

The holidays.

I hear that word all the time — like it’s the holidays fault that’s making me do all these things I don’t really want to do but I’m doing them anyways because, I guess I’m suppose to, or I have to or I will let someone down.

I get it. I am a victim of it all myself, sometimes too. We want to be superheros among the dried up store bought frosting and do it all, just everything, for our children. Because, again, society and social media and people (who are really lying) tell you, show you all these things you are suppose to be doing and making and crafting and make believing.

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The last weeks of school my kindergartner was given homework: write and draw about a family tradition. It didn’t have to be Christmas themed, but naturally as Christmas was weeks away it was the topic of choice.

How immediately my mama heart tried to tell me we don’t do enough — what could he possible remember we do every year? Do we even have any traditions?

It took him all of about twelve seconds to think of his most favorite and well known tradition —–

Celebrating Jesus’ Birthday.

Making a cake for Jesus, handing out sweets to our neighbors, and opening presents.

but of course.

Oh, the holidays. Something we stress and plan and prepare over and over until we are tired and worn. Thanks to the wonderful soul of a 5 year old – we can remember why this is all started in the first place; to celebrate Christmas because we celebrate Jesus’ birth.

Pretty simple, isn’t it?

Published by Samantha Mellen

Certified personal trainer & health coach helping women transform their lives through fitness, abundant mindset coaching and internal peace. Mom of two boys, living life in Alaska.

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