In an odd way the goddess apparently felt the need to smack me up side the head and slow me down. I came down with a stomach bug on Christmas Eve and was sick all that day and all Christmas Day. I woke today, restored to my normal energetic self. While I did get up to do the gift opening on Christmas morning, I spent the majority of the day cloistered in my bedroom to try and contain my germs and recover most quickly. I hate being sick. I have no time or patience for it! I am especially annoyed that this happened during Christmas!!! I adore the entire celebratory month of December. While I know I am fully at fault for squishing in every bit of excited fun that I can, I just can't do it any other way. Some day from the confines of my rocker I will scroll back through a legion of memories of concerts and ballets, parties and gift making, and so so much more.
Fiona was supposed to be home for Christmas and on Christmas Eve day I got a call from the group home. There had been a very serious incident with Fi; one which may have some longer lasting repercussions due to the level of property damage she engaged in. Her plan does not permit her to come home within 48 hours of that level of disregulation. I am not adverse to this. Fiona has such trouble self regulating and if an incident of this magnitude happened, I feel woefully ill equipped to prevent it or something worse in a simple family dynamic. Yet in an odd cosmic way, things were aligning. You see, I don't have a bedroom for Fi. I always give her my bedroom and sleep on the floor in one of the kids rooms when she stays over. This would have been less than enjoyable given how I felt physically. (usually it does not bother me in the least)
The family decided to wait the big holiday dinner a day so that I could enjoy it with everyone so tonight we feasted instead of yesterday. We had a lovely Kwanzaa dinner instead of a Christmas one. Kwanzaa is a holiday that Rob never really has embraced despite all my efforts to make it part of our family culture. However the younger kids are really into it. The picture above is our kwanzaa candle blazing. The first night of Kwanzaa is Umoji which means unity. It was a beautiful night to celebrate family unity. We have fewer family meals these days. Between my wife's work schedule and my son's work schedule it is rare for us to all sit at table together. Tonight we were all together, laughing, eating and enjoying the gift that is the greatest of all-family.
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