It’s beginning to feel a lot like Christmas! In our house it is always a little more complicated. I was raised in a Jewish family, my husband in a devout Catholic household; this translates into a melding of chaotic festivities and lots of love and laughter. Whether you call the tree in our living room a Christmas tree or a Chanukkah bush, it really doesn’t matter when we are gathered around with all of our family and friends.
It has taken years to feel comfortable with these perceived differences. Growing up in a neighbourhood, where we were the only Jewish family, I couldn’t help but feel “different.” I know this is the time of years those feelings are magnified. I hope that you know this year, I see you shyly in the corner of my living room, until I spot you and make room for you next to me. Know that I love you, and the best present is having you with my family and me where you can be your authentic self.
My goal is to have you to feel safe and able not only in my home but in life. When you look in the mirror- see the truly wonderful person that I see as you to be. Know that no matter who you love, what you do, I am there to support your choices. From this day forth, know that I see you, I hear you and I love you. Know that although I don’t know you – that I do know you and am there for you. Think of me and read this letter when you are sad and unsure, when you are happy and triumphant.
Now please pass the potato latkes!
Your Holiday Mom Sandi