Today was a crazy day! it’s 11:39pm here in California. I have managed to finish all my Christmas shopping, and even purchase a few things for myself :). Had lunch with my sister and my brother in-law. Was able to go look at lights with my sister and my Niece, sing songs in the car and just over all having a wonderful time.
This picture I drew today, resembles my father and all single fathers out there. This is not to discredit single mom’s or even parent’s that have crazy schedules. This is just a post about an experience that I have had myself.
Growing up, my sister and I were raised by our father, as well as our grandmother. Our mom was around but she had a lot of other things going on in her life that prohibited her to spend the holidays w/ us. My father worked 2 jobs, in fact he still does! He had his main job and then his 2nd job is delivering news papers for the San Francisco Chronicle (local paper in California). The newspaper job is something he has to do 7 days a week. The hours are from Midnight – 4:30 to 6am (depending on when the truck showed up) in the morning.
knowing this, my father managed to buy all the gifts, including the ones we asked “Santa” for. He setup all the decorations and put lights on the house. He helped my sister and I setup countless traps to catch “Santa”, and create letters and even bake cookies. We use to set them neatly on the fireplace and always made sure the fireplace door was open. When we would wake up, the cookies would be eaten (smushed lol), and the letters would be gone and there would be gifts every where!
As I got older and started helping my aunt and my sister do the same for their kids, I realized that my father was a real trooper. He worked so hard, and provided as much as he could for my sister and I. All I can picture is him exhausted on the couch after getting gifts setup and making it seem as though “Santa” had actually come to our home. Keeping the magic alive. Not one time did he ever complain about how tired he was. Mind you, after a long day and a big meal with the family, he had only about 4 hours of sleep before he had to get up and deliver the newspapers to residents.
I love my dad for providing that for us. For keeping the secret alive, and allowing us to enjoy life 100% of the time. We didn’t have it all. We didn’t even have nice things, but our father made sure we appreciated everything we had, or received. Even if it was a pencil or Binder for next years school year. He reminded us to always be humble, and if we wanted something bad enough we could have it, as long as we worked hard for it.
I hope any single parent, or parents that have odd schedules have a wonderful Holiday. I hope that you offer this same sort of enjoyment for your kids, and remember to keep the joy alive. I love this time of year….Even though I am burnt out and there are still 4 days till Christmas.