Some people believe holidays change people, but I think they’re far more likely to bring out what’s already inside — for good or for bad. Holidays that center around family frequently tell me who someone really is.
I pay more attention to children than most adults do. I watch families. I talk with children when I can. I take them seriously and I play with them frivolously. I love their world and I love the ways in which they can change how I see my own world.
That’s never more true than around Christmas.
Whether children are from families which are religious or not, there seems to be something magical that takes over around this time. (I presume the same is true in cultures where there are other religious and cultural traditions, but my experience is in an American Christian cultural context.)
Something I experience in these children at this time changes me — or at least brings out something in a stronger way that’s always there.

A heart that’s open to love can lead you to unexpected places
You always need enough money that you can quit when it’s time
Self-compassion is difficult when harsh inner judge condemns you
Little blonde cousins are sometimes perfect antidote for life’s bleak days
Sometimes we don’t really notice perfect match ’til it’s far too late
Sounds of old music awakened repressed feelings from my past
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Happiness and success elude me unless I’m doing something I love