I have distinct recollections of kindergarten. Actually they are some of my earliest memories, because unlike my eldest, who has memories back to when he was two, I blocked out a lot of my earliest years 🙂 Apparently little of import happened before I went to school.
School was always sort of my thing. Believe it or not I was painfully shy (something I obviously outgrew, LOL) and easily embarrassed. I recall being mortified for another girl when she wet her pants in circle time. I’m not sure I would have gone back again if that had ever happened to me.
But there are a few life lessons from kindergarten that I obviously didn’t grasp. I still can’t cut a straight line to save my life. And I obviously completely bombed sharing.
Oh, I’m excellent at sharing *things*. I had five kids, after all. Everything of mine was theirs, even, money. *Especially money*. We’re in the process of slowly replacing everything they ruined and then left behind because it wasn’t good enough anymore 🙂 If asked, I’ll not only loan something to a friend, I’ll quickly forget I loaned it and will be completely surprised when it’s returned. It’s not only my early memory that’s faulty! And I’m the ultimate team player, so sharing ideas and strategies with colleagues has never been a problem .
So until the last few years I would have sworn that I had the sharing thing down pat. Until I had to start sharing my family.
Turns out that I am incredibly selfish in that area. With three of the kids married now, and two with children, the kids are pulled in lots of different directions for holidays. I’ve been flexible about changing times so they can get to the in-laws first. (There was a method to my madness: I figured I’d get them longer that way.) And when my kids wanted to change things for Christmas to start their own traditions for their kids, I understood that, too. As long as everyone made it home for at least one of the days.
But now the worst has happened. My daughter’s boyfriend lives too far away for her to make two holiday meals. In the past they just went separate ways. But I’ve just been informed that they won’t be here for Thanksgiving.
Somehow the fact that they will be home all of Christmas doesn’t make up for it. Last year my oldest and his family didn’t come home for Thanksgiving at all. I joked for weeks that he was getting the traditional Amish shunning…but I wasn’t entirely joking. It seems so little to ask that the entire family be together for at least part of the day on three holidays a year.
I know it’s going to getting even harder. And that brings a clutch to my chest and a lump to my throat. My dh says just get over it. He’s helpful that way 🙂 It doesn’t seem to bother him at all and I have to wonder why? Why don’t my holidays feel complete unless I have every single family member together?
What lessons do you recall from kindergarten? I have to get better at this sharing thing. So if you have any suggestions for ways to make it easier (aside from drinking, which I’ve already got down, LOL) I’m open to hearing about them!