There was a conspicuous lack of holiday/seasonal/festive/Christmas cards arriving at my house this year. In years past, cousins, friends-of- the- family, distant relatives, etc.. would send these greetings via the post sometime late November or early December. I’d estimate that although most people these days have done away with this tradition we would still get at least a dozen or more every year.
This being the first Christmas that everyone was aware that my husband and I split up, we received 2 cards in the mail. One from the CEO of the company I work for and the other from my lovely Mother (I see her several times a week anyway but she’s so thoughtful).
Apparently my 3 kids and I do not constitute a family or one worthy of a Hallmark wish. Although the laughter and joy and utter chaos of our loving and now happy household abounds, we were skipped on the list this year. 2006 proved to be the most challenging and rewarding year of my life. There is nothing like being the subject of rumour, being shunned by the family you’ve always put first and being on the receiving end of endless verbal (among other) attacks and in the end holding no grudge, no bitterness and no anger.
Although the cards from people who never call to see how the kids are doing or how we are making out on our own never arrived, they are certainly not missed. Because in the end, we are doing just fine, better then fine. We are great and we sincerely hope that they all are too.