Life With PH

Its the Little Things.

Yesterday, I visited the school I worked at, walked into a classroom where children attacked me and screamed my name. It’s absolutely nothing, but visiting them made the holidays complete for me. Celebrating with the kids is so much fun. This time of year things are so ridiculously busy, and we are pushing ourselves to get shopping done, pleasing families, and friends, fixing the house up along with meals, that I think in a sense we lose base with whats keeping us happy. Maybe this is whats been happening with me, that I’ve been so covered up with keeping others happy, and “going with the flow” that I lose contact with what I really need. When you put your own life, your own happiness on the back-burner this is what happens. Exhaustion in every way possible.

photo(110)Didn’t my school look beautiful? This is what its all about.

Christmas always gets me thinking about in what ways we overextend ourselves, and exhaust our bodies to make things possible for people we care about. Yet, we end up rushing out to the stores practically ON Thanksgiving, ON Christmas Eve, the DAY AFTER Christmas in search to not only please them but ourselves. Tell me crazies, do you remember what you got for Christmas a couple of years ago? What about the Christmas after that? Exactly. I remember certain things but I can’t even remember what year it was, and what not. I do however remember what house I was at, what food we were eating, and what game we were playing. WHY? Because these holidays were invented for spending time with your family, and loved ones. Instead, America has turned it into a marketing scheme to “rush out, spend money and make everything perfect”. As a new generation, we are being taught the opposite of patience. We get faster, better internet speeds, faster phone calls, overnight shipping, waiting two minutes inline at the Starbucks is unbearable, and we want it all right now! Thats what our minds are being groomed with. Little to anyone I’ve ever met possesses more than an ounce of patience, or at least can act on it. “Oh, we opened your Christmas gift and it’s too small? Hell if its Christmas, we are going to the store right now to fix it!” Seriously people. On that little side note, America has stripped the value out of almost anything. I mean hell, our dollar isn’t worth anything so I guess everything else might as well go right down the toilet too. We’ve taken the value out of our holidays. It’s amazing to sit back and analyze my moms and dads Christmas photos. Everyone is dressed like they are going to prom, and no they didn’t go to a high school dance that evening, they went to church. On top of that, a fireplace is lit (or candles) along with the Christmas tree, they are all opening gifts, and then they are sitting around enjoying each other and discussing things. My mom talks about how they owned a piano, in which her mom would play, her dad would play the guitar and her grandpa would join in on a fiddle. Are you throwing up yet? Yes, those are cheesy stories but they are real. America has turned them into fictional, cheesy stories because we’ve been groomed to make sure those kind of events no longer exist.

I guess I went on a rant because visiting that school struck a chord in me. It is the simplest and littlest things that count. The decorations? My brother and I are the first to crack those out. Why? Because those matter a lot to us. Keeping the kids happy at school, and their beliefs in the magic of Christmas? That also means a lot to me. Eating a Thanksgiving meal, then sleeping the whole night until the next morning? Sounds great, instead of dealing with your shopping experience until five in the morning. Its sickening that Thanksgiving is no longer in existence. This turkey day is now defined by the shopping day that America so loves to embrace, so much that people get shot, killed, run over and what not. Don’t forget cyber Monday and the tens of thousands obnoxious emails you’ll be getting that day! Spending time with my family, instead of dealing with your stupid returns the day after Christmas? I’d rather be with my family, eating breakfast and talking than dealing with impatient strangers. Call me sour, call me crazy, I really don’t care. Holidays are holidays. You need to focus on your home, and stop focusing on the money. When you are dying one day, what will you want to cling to? That awesome shirt or iPad? The little things really do count.

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2 thoughts on “Its the Little Things.”

  1. Your posts are so well written and I love how you express yourself. Thank you for reminding us about the little things. My 3 year old granddaughter has pph. Indeed every precious day with her is important to me.

    1. Thank you so much! Comments like these keep me going. Blessings to your family, and I hope your granddaughter is in good health. Keep reading, and find us on FB to participate in contests! πŸ™‚

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