Day one of the Christmas holidays played out pretty much as I expected it to. Snow was a bonus,
but otherwise it went as it always does. Everyone slept a bit later, the teen appeared at lunchtime, there were a few scuffles and a bit of crossness as everyone shrugged off their term time easy wash, man-made fibre persona and pulled on their family hand knit organic identity. I could feel the warmth of long-held breath expelled as each and every one of them allowed themselves to be themselves. Gradually, one by one, they appeared for a chat, a debrief, a warm drink and a piece of cake.
I found myself thinking about Victoria and her family who have taken nine months out to travel the world together and wishing with all my heart that we had done that or that we were brave enough now to say ‘actually, exams don’t matter, you’ll do fine whatever, let’s sell up and go’. But we didn’t and we can’t.
So… I have to make the most of the time when school lets them go and we can play in the snow
and make fudge,
when Bonus Boy and Darling Girl can curl under a blanket and watch the Wizard of Oz and we can hang popcorn in the trees for the birds.
Family. That’s what Christmas is all about.