Please pass the eggnog.
Holiday party season is in full swing. Which means I get grilled. You get grilled. There is not a single person at a holiday party,gathering or function who is safe except maybe someone’s Grammy. As she should be as she is a big part of why we are all gathered and typically in my experience brings the best baked goods.
Please pass the eggnog.
Sadly that’s not what this blog is about.
It’s about that uncomfortable questioning that comes each holiday season.
It makes me so uncomfortable my eczema flares up. This year I was hoping my flare was because of my new tattoo, but I’ve been going to the same guy for five years with no issues. Also, said ink is nowhere near my flare up location.
It was because I had a holiday work event with new people and I knew I would get questions about my plans for the holidays.
Which honestly is a perfectly acceptable thing to ask. It’s people’s reactions to my answers that can be tough.
At this year’s gathering I was asked what I was doing for the holidays to which I said my family was visiting from the East Coast.
I then was asked if we spent time with my husband’s family.
No. I’m not married. Divorced.
Oh … you’re not married. Remarried?
Oh. Do you have a boyfriend.
Ummm… well kinda, it’s new so…
So just you and your daughter?
Oh that’s too bad.
Wait, wait, wait. First of all it’s not just me and my daughter. It’s her grandparents and aunt, uncles, cousins. AND even if it was just us, WHICH it has been many times we have traditions in place.
Like our gingerbread house that gets attacked by dinosaurs that we build every year no matter what. It gets attacked because frankly gingerbread houses are hard.
Hanging out in jammies all day on Christmas.
Going to a movie.
Yule log for breakfast!
My Christmas may not fit the mold but it’s mine and hers and even at what I thought was the hardest and worst she didn’t, and shame on me I shouldn’t have either because I had her.
At the end of the day as hard as it is to answer the questions and feel like it’s not perfect, remember and I believe Noelle sings a similar song on the regular… it’s about moments. It’s about time. It’s about each other.
I sometimes forget I have the best Christmas gift of all, she’s eleven, she’s almost taller than me and it does make me giggle that singing Jump Around at the top of my lungs embarrasses her a little.
In the meantime though, maybe pass me some eggnog with a little something extra in it.
Remember Mommas we got this and I got you.
Much love and Happy Holidays,
Single Mom of the amazing Dbl G
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