“Oh yeah,” you finally recall, “It’s the holidays. I’m at my mother’s house. In the basement that my parents converted into a family room in 1977. On the old hide-a-bed couch.”
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Monstrous Holiday Expectations: A Mother’s Cautionary Tale
When I thought I was creating wonderful family traditions, I was really creating impossible family expectations that would come back to bite me in the holidays to come.
Encouraging children is always in tune
Our son, Hayden, had expressed an interest in playing Tuba after we PCSed to Germany. “Tuba? Really?” I’d wondered.
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“I wish I could meet someone more like me,”… “But then again,” I joked, as our car’s wheels climbed the east side of the bridge, “I’m not sure I’d be friends with me if I met myself on the street.”