It’s The Little Things (But It’s Also The Big Things Too)

by Nicole Branigan on December 27, 2013 · 0 comments

 

Sometimes Even Santa Hugs Hurt

This is a holiday post after the holidays.

The Christmas/New Year/Kwanza/Winter seasons have given me a lot to think about. When financial pressures and medical emergencies creep up on you days before one of the biggest holidays, you tend to take a couple of days to reflect. Combine that with the first Christmas where your toddler “gets it,” and you start to seriously question every decision you’ve made as a parent and a human (sometimes those two nouns are incredibly far apart).

How You Act During The Big Moments Count

How you behave under pressure matters, and is often telling of how you behave as a person in your normal/non-crisis life. We had an emergency with our oldest pet while I was at work last week, and my husband was under the gun to make decisions about our toddler, our dying dog and a possible tornado [actual possible tornado, not metaphorical] heading towards our city. He handled himself with heart and made decisions based on feeling and gut and that’s all I can ever ask of my husband and the father to my child.

How You Act During the Little Moments Also Counts

In thinking about how we behave during the substantial and trying moments of our lives, we should also examine how we act during the everyday moments. Because what better indicator on the asshole-o-meter than how you treat your server, or the post office worker or your family. How you act every day represents the values you hold and the ideals you share with the world.

So, pretty much it all matters.

[And Another Thing] About Materialism

This Christmas awakened a tiny, selfish beast in my son. Never before has he received so many gifts from Santa and family! Never before has he had so many new toys layed before him for the taking! Never before has he-wait, there are also rules? I could see my son being pulled in so many emotional and developmental directions and his sanity was the ultimate collateral damage. My husband was uncomfortable, I was uncomfortable and my son was going batshit crazy.

I mean, how lucky are we to complain about ABUNDANCE? How lucky are we to have blogs where we write about our stupid first-world feelings? If this season of this season has taught me anything it’s that how you behave in every section of your life matters and try not to focus too much on the shit that’s wrapped in fancy paper and too much plastic.

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