Ah, the holidays. Happy memories of childhood magic float into our thinking, only to crash upon rocks of present reality.
This can be acute for caregivers. We want to enjoy the season; we want to make magic for those in our care.
We’ve been fortunate. Our son with autism loves Christmas. I’ll just share this picture-worth-a-thousand-words…
But he’s also done numbers on our memories and expectations (and property and bodies) over the years. As I wrote in Raising a Child With Autism,
Joey has taught us a lot about saying goodbye to things we valued and enjoyed. We had a set of stoneware mugs from the bed-and-breakfast where we honeymooned. He threw one and shattered it. We kept a little mesh bag of Jordan almonds from a place setting at our wedding reception. He ate them.
The smiley kid by the Christmas tree? You mean that happy child?
As I went on to write in the same chapter of the book,
Taking care of one off-the-wall, scary child of God means that a bunch of our nice stuff will get trashed. We can go down with our things and drown in a lake of resentment. Or we can find the love in our hearts that makes the well-being of that one person worth all the losses. More than this, if we open our eyes of faith, we can see God’s love for us.
Prayers that your holiday – holy day – catches even a bit of the holy. A little goes a long way. Little town of Bethlehem, a baby in a manger, from what seems small comes divine blessing.
Little you in your little part of the universe – you are a blessing to those in your care.