First, I’m sorry I haven’t written anything on this blog in over a month. I took over the company blog and the two seemed to interfere (ever so slightly) with each other. But, I should be back on track, now. The thing is, I’ve been busy, with work, and the holidays (from Halloween to New Years is just an absolute whirlwind of activity, as any mom/dad/or responsible adult supervisor will tell you). Kyra’s first year of school has been wonderful, but it has been difficult, too. Working around her schedule, trying to be there for her field trips and extra-curricular activities, plus working outside of home and trying to keep up with the house and the meals and the laundry has been fairly overwhelming.

I’m not here to make excuses. I’m just here to write. Our topic today; the holidays and the pressures applied on all parents. It’s hard. Between the bills and the parties and the presents; we definitely don’t have it easy. I love Thanksgiving, and the meals are always wonderful and the family is sort of comfortably exhausting. I love Christmas. There’s nothing like seeing my daughter’s face light up at the evidence under the tree and on his cookie plate, that Santa Claus has paid her another visit. This year, however, we’re going to be struggling a little. It puts a lot of stress on her father and on me; on our relationship in general.

It’s something all of us go through. Yeah, we may be having money trouble and times will get hard for a bit of rocky road, but it’s nothing we’ve never handled before, and nothing we can’t handle again. Times may be tough, but they could be tougher. My daughter could have been on a playground in Syria this morning, for example. And then, watching ‘How The Grinch Stole Christmas’ with her tomorrow night wouldn’t even cross my mind right now. She can walk. She can talk. Shoot; she’s even learning how to play chess.

Okay, so maybe I can’t watch a hockey game, and maybe the rent’s going to be a couple of days late this month. But maybe, just maybe, that little Christmas tree atop all her presents, next to the stocking bigger than she is, will bring the Christmas smile to her lips that sets us free and makes us forget about the whole past couple of months. Maybe Santa saves us grown-ups, too.

Hug your kid. Hold him/her tight and remember what it’s really all about. And then, smile that big Christmas smile…like you were still a little kid, too.