Rediscovering Holidays

So… another long weekend has come and gone here Chez Peevish.

We don’t do a lot on our days off. It’s as though we know that soon, we won’t be able to just sleep late and indulge our laziness on a holiday whenever we want. Because if we ever get a referral, and if we ever find ourselves parents to more than a bunch of lunatic cats, we won’t be able to sleep late or be lazy bumps on logs anymore.

Part of me is kind of sad to see those days pass, because let’s face it… who doesn’t love being lazy and whiling away a long weekend doing whatever you want? Like this weekend, for example, where we got up late, lounged around in our comfy clothes, and watched DVDs for almost the entire weekend.

But part of me is looking forward to having a small person around to jolt us out of our laziness. Because as we spend more and more years with just the two of us, there are some things that are fading out.

Take this long weekend, for example. It was Easter, but it really didn’t feel any different than any other weekend. Because there is just the two of us, it’s more of a hassle than anything to do something special to commemorate a holiday. There’s no point in making a big meal or a big fuss. But with children around, the fuss is kind of fun. There are chocolate eggs to hide and hunt for, and hot cross buns to make, and a nice dinner to sit down to.

And the same goes for all the major holidays. Without kids or family (and thanks to the ridiculously high price charged for an otherwise cheap turkey), Thanksgiving is a no-go. Christmas is just a chore, dragging out decorations for just the two of us to look at and then dragging them back into storage again a few weeks later. The only one we really get jazzed for is Halloween because the kids come to us.

We used to celebrate all the holidays like crazy, when life as a couple was new. And when we get home to visit family, of course there’s a special sort of magic to the holidays again. But after many years of just the two of us, there’s not a lot about a holiday to get excited about anymore. So having kids around brings that excitement back.

I know some parents are jaded and find the holidays to be a hassle, even with kids. And I know that for many parents, after a few years there’s a lot of work to holidays, even with kids around to add some excitement and fun. And I can’t tell you how many times some parents have looked at us, their childless friends, with their “oh, YOU’RE in for a SURPRISE” look and smug-with-a-hint-of-condescension tone of voice and told us how much they’d give for just one day of sleeping late.

But we don’t know that side of things, yet. We long for the sound of little feet coming into the bedroom and excited little voices begging to go downstairs and see what the Easter Bunny has brought. We dream of the wonder on a little face at the sight of a Christmas tree after Santa has come. And sitting down to a big family meal might be a nice change from a pan of cheese nachos in front of the TV.

So, yeah… Soon sleeping in will be a thing of the past. Soon there will be perpetual noise and mess and activity. Soon we won’t be able to watch a season of a TV show on DVD at one sitting. But maybe soon, holidays will feel special again. Soon maybe there will be a reason to look forward to a day on the calendar other than the sleep we hope to get. Soon, maybe there will be a little magic.

Seems like a fair trade off to me.

7 thoughts on “Rediscovering Holidays

  1. Some days I think you live in my head! Bruce was working nights on the weekend and so my Easter Sunday included me painting the bathroom and an oh-so delicious meal of salt n vinegar chips and deep fried zucchini sticks with ranch dip (yeah uh not so healthy).
    I look forward to hiding eggs next Easter….but will have to make sure Abby and Cassy don’t find them first!

  2. I’m sorry, Ricki… I’ll stop walking around in your head so much. Just let me tidy up the empty wine bottles before I go!

    I’m so glad cats don’t like chocolate… although there’s doubtless going to be no end of “chocolate hockey” in a few years when the cats get to the Easter Eggs before our child does!

  3. dear cinnamon- i love your deliberateness, it is so familiar. after 11 yrs sans children, DH and I have welcomed those changes in holidays, schedules, etc. I remember napping every sunday afternoon for at least a yr telling myself, this will soon be OVER! I also had to wade back into swimming mode after adopting two kids too little for the pool! but guess what, they learned to swim (ah, back to the lawn chair) and then we adopted two more (ah, back to the bathing suit. ) Now the stay at home mom zone is driving me crazy, but this TOO shall pass. You are ready for the change, waiting with you, sk

  4. Thanks Cinn…..just make sure that those there bottles are empty. Though, don’t feel like you have to leave so soon…sit back and have a glass with me….soon we’ll be toasting to good news…I hope.

  5. sandra k — Thank you so much for your warm words of encouragement. It’s nice to know sometimes (even though you know it rationally) that what you are feeling is not uncommon and that good things will come.

    Ricki — Here’s to soon knowing our futures, and for the waiting to be over! In the meantime, I’ll clean up the empties, and leave a nice plate of something fresh-baked on the counter.

  6. Yep, I know just what you mean. We make Easter “baskets” for each other (this year mine was a Degrassi and Queen messenger bag from glarkware and his was a big container for mixing flavours in with popcorn) but it’s not the same. I want to colour Easter eggs. I want to have a hunt. I want someone to get the big eyes and say/look like they want to say, “Is this for me?!?” when they see a colourful basket or big bunny or whatever. I want to buy Easter outfits. I want to make the big meal and have all of that.

    And yes, Halloween is our favourite, too. We get 125+ kids each year and it’s so fun and yet bittersweet. I hope that your get your referral soon. You guys deserve the holidays of our collective dreams.

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