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Today a good friend was envious of parents who had nicer cameras to take pictures of their kids with santa. She herself has an EOS...an expensive camera. She talked about one of her friends that is on her third or fourth one and how that's so not her life. It's not; she's a stay-at-home mom who'd rather go without to be at home. They are wise with their money. She frequently talks about others having money.
And now it's Christmas when all the parents are talking about getting their kids flat-screens and x-box and snowboards and.... (which is fine; I just don't want the competition).
I read an article the other day about a Ugandan who grew up in a hut just like you'd imagine in a war-torn country. He was lucky to have been recruited by a US college to run. On a trip home, he came across 11 orphans living under a bus. Their parents were killed in the fighting. He took them to his dad and agreed to pay for their food - $1200 of his $5000 salary. He had already been living on a cot in the basement of his training facility because he couldn't afford rent. To this day, he lives on very little still sending a good portion home to his family, the orphans, and is generating money to build a clinic and hoping for a school.
I'm so sick of watching our society try to find happiness in things- this relentless, consuming pursuit. It's heartbreaking to look outside our nation and see that it takes so little to help others...help with medical care and clothing, housing and education.
I am trying so hard this holiday season to make it a happy one- for me and for my kids. To enjoy and make new happy memories. Yet there is still so much sadness alongside it. The flood of memories that comes out with the decorations. Remembering that I had been looking for a fourth stocking holder because our second child was due just after Christmas. And three is still all that is needed. Dad's stocking is hung on our tree by our 3 yr old who doesn't realize.
I'm trying so hard not to have a pity-party. I miss my husband being apart of all this. I miss his help. I miss making plans together - for life and for our days. He loved his wife and kids so much. I am so unbelievably lucky - I have two beautiful children, a wonderful family and friends.
How I wish we could all just be content and generous and happy to have this day with those we love. I wish others felt this with me. And I know you're acutely aware of this so I share these thoughts with you...