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When is it okay to “judge”?

Judgment.  It’s a word I’ve seen so many times over the past few days, it has lost all meaning.  “Who are you to judge?”  “Well aren’t we judgmental” “It is not our place to judge….”  My blog post about Tommy Jordan has the distinction of being the post that garnered the most comments I’ve gotten with this particular word, ever.

 

And I’m okay with that.

 

Here are a few of the definitions of judge by dictionary.com:

 

8.  to form a judgment  or opinion of; decide upon critically: You can’t judge a book by its cover.
9.  to decide or settle authoritatively; adjudge: The censor judged the book obscene and forbade its sale.

10. to infer, think, or hold as an opinion; conclude about or assess:

13.  to act as a judge; pass judgment: No one would judge between us.
14.  to form an opinion or estimate: I have heard the evidence and will judge accordingly.
15.  to make a mental judgment.

 

When people read my blog – or anyone’s blog – or read anything on the internet, they do all of the above.  They form an opinion, they infer, they think.   Ironically, all the people pointing their finger at me at shouting, “You’re JUDGING, shame on you!!” are doing the exact same thing they’re accusing me of doing.  They’re forming an opinion of me based on a snap shot of whatever words I’ve chosen to share.

 

I think we’ve gotten so wrapped up in a “to each his own” kind of world, that we’re so careful of not “judging”,  that we try so hard to be politically correct, that it’s suddenly not okay to point to something and say, “Wow.   That is messed up.”  Unless of course you’re pointing to the person who’s doing the pointing.   Then apparently it’s okay.  Then you’re a defender of justice.   “Who are you to judge this person??? I  would NEVER judge a person without knowing all the details.”

 

Yesterday, a friend on Facebook posted that she’d overheard a neighbor calling her 15 year old daughter a “stupid asshole.”  The first comment said, “Maybe her daughter was acting like a stupid asshole.  Teenagers are known to.”   It was followed up with, “doesn’t make it right.  But I wouldn’t judge a parent for one bad moment.”   That word judge again.  Are we really so afraid of judging that it’s not okay to hold the opinion that calling your child a “stupid asshole” isn’t a very nice thing to do?

 

It doesn’t mean I think I’m better than anyone.
It doesn’t mean I think this person is a terrible parent.
It doesn’t mean that I haven’t made my own mistakes.
It doesn’t mean I’m an expert on their family dynamic.
It doesn’t mean that I think I’m perfect.  (more things I’ve heard over the past couple of days)

 

It simply means that I disagree – strongly – with that particular decision.  And honestly?  If I ever reached that breaking point, that point where I felt I had no other recourse than to hurl insults and obscenities at my child, I would hope that someone would judge me.   I would hope that someone would stand up and say, “Whoa.  Stop.  Jen, what are you doing?”

 

A runner-up to the “judgmental” comments was “hypocritical”.  I’m a hypocrite because I advocate for respect, but I don’t respect Tommy Jordan’s parenting choices.

 

I want to be very, very clear when I say this:  I respect a lot of choices that are different from my own.   As a stay-at-home mom, I respect working parents.  As a homeschooling parent, I respect parents whose children go to school.  As a heterosexual married woman, I respect same-sex couples.  As a Christian, I respect other beliefs.

 

I do not respect Tommy Jordan’s “parenting choice” to publicly intimidate, mock, and insult his daughter.

 

I don’t need to know more details to fairly come to that decision.  He chose to show us those eight minutes of his life, and that was more than enough for me.

 

But I don’t wish him ill.  In fact I hope that someone, somewhere can touch his life and help him and his daughter.   I hope that he’s receptive to that help.  I hope that the insane amount of notoriety that this video has brought upon his family can be somehow used in a positive way.   I hope that what he chose to show us was just a man having a really bad day, and that it was not indicative of his parenting as a whole.  I hope that his family is more peaceful and more connected than they appear.

 

I’m not angry at Tommy Jordan.  I’m sad for him.  I’m sad for his daughter.  I’m sad that the great public movement that has come out of this seems to be not learning from his example, but instead focusing our energies on attacking those who dare “judge” him.

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My Mom, by Spencer

 

So, this further confirms that my life very much revolves around food… specifically chocolate, and cupcakes.  And caramel.  And it makes me sad when… oh just read.  I LOVE these kids.

 

1. What is something mom always says to do?

Make coffee.

 

2. What makes mom happy?

That’s easy.  Caramel.  Chocolate. 

 

3. What makes mom sad?

When people are mean.  But before that he said, Well last night you were sad because the shot glass was missing.  Ha ha ha ha ha.

 

4. How does your mom make you laugh?

I don’t know (apparently I only make the 3 year old and 11 year old laugh)

 

5. What was your mom like as a child?

Well, not very safe.  You got hurt a lot when you played with your friend Amy.  (He speaks the truth… most notably the time I knocked myself unconscious on a zipline, and won myself an ambulance trip to the ER)

 

6. How old is your mom?

38

 

7. How tall is your mom?

 5’7″

 

8. What is her favorite thing to do?

Blogging

 

9. What does your mom do when you’re not around?

 Nothing  (Ha, nice)

 

10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?

Writing a book

 

11. What is your mom really good at?

 Being a mom

 

12. What is your mom not very good at?

I don’t know what you’re not good at  (atta boy)

 

13. What does your mom do for a job?

Takes care of four kids

 

14.What is your mom’s favorite food?

Milk Duds  (OK, I do eat actual food.  Honest.  Good food even.)

 

15.What makes you proud of your mom?

Your cupcakes

 

16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?

I’m not too much of a cartoon watcher. 

 

17. What do you and your mom do together?

Hang out and watch TV

 

18. How are you and your mom the same?

We both like chocolate

 

19. How are you and your mom different?

I like licorice, and you don’t

 

20. How do you know your mom loves you?

You show me by doing stuff for me.

 

21. Where is your mom’s favorite place to go?

What’s that restaurant up in Sedona?  (Javelina Cantina?)  Yeah, that.

 

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My Mom, by Paxton

 

1. What is something mom always says to do?

Do the dishes

 

2. What makes mom happy?

 Everything

 

3. What makes mom sad?

Nothing

 

4. How does your mom make you laugh?

By saying something funny

 

5. What was your mom like as a child?

 As wonderful and marvelous and epic as I am right now.

 

6. How old is your mom?

38

 

7. How tall is your mom?

5’7″

 

8. What is her favorite thing to do?

Eat chocolate and drink wine, because you *never* do those things

 

9. What does your mom do when you’re not around?

I don’t know, because I’m not around

 

10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?

Blogging

 

11. What is your mom really good at?

Being our mom

 

12. What is your mom not very good at?

Being our dad

 

13. What does your mom do for a job?

You don’t have a jobThat pays Yet

 

14.What is your mom’s favorite food?

Dark chocolate

 

15.What makes you proud of your mom?

That you’re able to take care of four kids.

 

16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?

 Tweety Bird

 

17. What do you and your mom do together?

 Quizzes like this

 

18. How are you and your mom the same?

We both make puns, and we both have a sarcastic streak.  (Me, sarcastic??  Noooooo)

 

19. How are you and your mom different?

Your hair is very different than mine

 

20. How do you know your mom loves you?

Because you say it a lot

 

21. Where is your mom’s favorite place to go?

Well, it’s not to park day, because you usually want to skip that.  I would say, IHOP.

Did I win the quiz?  What’s my prize?

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My Mom, by Everett

 

1. What is something mom always says to do?

Ummmm…. Let’s see…. Clean the table

 

2. What makes mom happy?

Cleaning (goofy kid)

 

3. What makes mom sad?

I don’t know about that.

 

4. How does your mom make you laugh?

 I don’t know about that either.

 

5. What was your mom like as a child?

 Ummmm…. uhhhhhhh…. I don’t know.

 

6. How old is your mom?

37?

 

7. How tall is your mom?

Let’s see.  20 inches?

 

8. What is her favorite thing to do?

Blog

 

9. What does your mom do when you’re not around?

Blog  (this is when he started giggling)

 

10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?

Blogging  (he’s laughing now)

 

11. What is your mom really good at?

Blogging (hysterical laughter)

 

12. What is your mom not very good at?

I can’t think of anything.

 

13. What does your mom do for a job?

 Take care of us.

 

14.What is your mom’s favorite food?

Cupcakes (So far, this is two of my children… ;))

 

15.What makes you proud of your mom?

 When she plays with me.

 

16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?

Marge Simpson

 

17. What do you and your mom do together?

 Play games

 

18. How are you and your mom the same?

 We both have freckles

 

19. How are you and your mom different?

You’re a girl

 

20. How do you know your mom loves you?

You say it

 

21. Where is your mom’s favorite place to go?

The grocery store!  (Well, I guess I would need to go there for my cupcake ingredients and cleaning supplies)

 

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My Mom, by Tegan

 

(Just about 3 weeks before her 4th birthday)

 

1. What is something mom always says to do?

I think you tell me to put my clothes back on before we go to the park.   (ha ha, I do.  I have to ask her to put her clothes back on often)

 

2. What makes mom happy?

Tegan.

 

3. What makes mom sad?

When she’s without Tegan.

 

4. How does your mom make you laugh?

 Tickle me.

 

5. What was your mom like as a child?

I don’t know.  I can’t guess a thing like that.  (LOL)

 

6. How old is your mom?

38 (She knows because I just had a birthday)

 

7. How tall is your mom?

10

 

8. What is her favorite thing to do?

Nail polish

 

9. What does your mom do when you’re not around?

Clean up

 

10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?

Because you’re a king

 

11. What is your mom really good at?

Races  (she then proceeded to challenge me to a race across the house – the only kind of racing I ever do – to see if she was satisfied with her answer)

 

12. What is your mom not very good at?

Hide and Seek

 

13. What does your mom do for a job?

Cleaning up

 

14.What is your mom’s favorite food?

Cupcakes 🙂

 

15.What makes you proud of your mom?

Playing with me

 

16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?

Rosie, Caillou’s sister

 

17. What do you and your mom do together?

Swing, play hide and seek, play everything.

 

18. How are you and your mom the same?

We both have hair in our nose.  (ha!)

 

19. How are you and your mom different?

Nose ring, earrings, your watch, freckles.

 

20. How do you know your mom loves you?

Because I love you.

 

21. Where is your mom’s favorite place to go?

San Diego.  How’s that answer?  (Perfect answer, baby. :))

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The journey of an attached mom

 

I’m a mom.

I’m an imperfect mom.  I’m a mom who makes mistakes, eats my own words, and vows to do better every. single. day.  I’m a mom who, if she read back in her own blog a year (or 2 years or 5 years) ago would likely cringe in embarrassment at some of her more strongly-worded posts.  I’m a mom who once thought she knew it all, and has since admitted – publicly and otherwise – that she knows nothing.

Do I have some strong opinions about how kids should be treated?  Yup.  Will I apologize for that?  Not a chance.  And while I of course would love for all my words to come across as fair and balanced and loving towards both kids and parents, when forced to take one side or another I will choose the child.  Every time.  And I won’t apologize for that either.

But one thing that I’m afraid often fails to come through in my more… uh.. passionate posts is that parenting is not an absolute.  It’s a fluid, growing, changing, learning JOURNEY.  For all of us.  I’m often reminded by so many of you that parenting is not black and white, that it’s hard, and that we’re all doing the best we can.  What I wish though is that it was understood that I’m just doing the best I can too!  Both as a person AND as a mom.  The only difference between me and any other mom reading this is that I – for reasons I’m forever questioning – have chosen to make much of my journey public.   For better or worse, my imperfect, disjointed, sleep-deprived and caffeine-fueled words are there in black and white… to agree with, to disagree with.  To pick apart, to ridicule.

There they are.

Have I ever regretted anything I’ve shared?  Yes, I have.  But I also pride myself on the fact that I haven’t removed any posts.  They were part of the journey.  I’m the mom I am now because of that journey.  I’m the mom I am now because of the mistakes I’ve made.  I’m the mom I am now because of the things I’ve learned.  Warts and messiness and ugly bits and all.  They make me human.

All this blog really is is my own personal journey.

The journey of a mom with four kids, each one more different than the last:

My first born, who never cried, slept 8 hours at a stretch from the time he was born, and was so continually laid back and content as a baby that I thought I had this parenting thing in the bag.

Number two, who screamed like his life depended on it every day for three years, despite how much I held, nursed, wore and carried him.  Who never slept more than an hour or two at a time, and who challenged me every day to be a better parent, a more patient parent, and a parent who was willing to #1 admit that everything I thought I knew was naught, and #2 do the work I needed to do to make it better.

My youngest boy, who was one of the happiest babies I’d ever seen, but who went through some rough patches at age 6 that had me so confounded that I found myself – as a third time mother – swallowing my pride and asking for advice from other like-minded parents, for the very first time.

And my girl…. my beautiful, strong, spunky, silly girl who is literally teaching me how to be a parent all over again… who is challenging me more than I’ve ever been challenged, and is teaching me more than I ever thought possible about what kind of parent I want to be.

I know they’re not done – all four of them – teaching me what this parenting thing is all about.  I know they’re not done showing me how much I can possibly love and ache and feel for another human being.  I know they’re not done challenging me to be a better parent.  I know they’re not done pushing me to be a better person.

And it’s a good thing.  Because I know I’m not done learning.

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My birthday, and people who let me be me

I turned 38 yesterday.  I am enjoying getting older, but I especially love the realization every year that I am just a little bit (or a lot) more authentically ME than I was the year before.  For someone who floated through her teens and much of her twenties with nary an opinion in her head, that’s something to be celebrated for sure.

I like to make a big deal about my birthday, but the day itself was remarkable in its unremarkableness this year.  I actually stayed home most of the day.  We did our nails, we painted (at first on paper, but as is usually the case, eventually on bodies), we played outside, and we did all those things that people with kids do when they’re at home.   Mike was going to be late coming home from work – clearly his employer didn’t get the memo that it was my birthday, because why else would payroll fall on the most important day of the year – so we filled the late afternoon with a last-minute trip to the store.   By the time we got home it was 5:30, and I was ready to sit down for the first time all day and break into my new bottle of wine.  But.

Then the girl put what I can only assume was half a roll of toilet paper in the toilet, sufficiently clogging it ….. and I then spent another half an hour plunging, flushing, and mopping up the resulting overflow.  Glamorous finale to my day (bonus: my bathroom is extra clean now.  Happy birthday to me.)

And then it was evening.  Mike made it home, and I finally got to pour my wine.   Despite the fact that he was feeling lousy from the cold he’d caught from the kids, he still made me the beautiful salad I’d been craving for days, while I worked on getting the cupcakes in the oven.

We don’t always, or usually, do birthday presents for each other, but this year he’d come home with a little gift for me.  I’m not kidding when I say it was the best thing he’s ever gotten me.

Now, the visual of him going into an incense-burning, bong-selling, hippie store in his serious-button-down-office-man attire just for me was almost present enough in and of itself.  But that’s not why I loved it.  It smells and feels really good, and is supposed to be great for keeping dreads soft and moisturized and non-frizzy… but that’s not why I loved it either.   I loved it because it said something.  It said:

I support you.

I have wanted to dread my hair for probably two years now, and recently decided that this would be the year I did it.  Like my nose ring, my husband wasn’t super enamored with the idea in the beginning.  And also like my nose ring, I would have done it regardless.  But to have him fully on my side – not in a “It’s your body, do what you want” kind of way, but in a “I went out of my way to get you a present.  I love you.  I support you.  Go, be you” kind of way – honestly means more to me than I think even he knows.

I don’t have a whole lot of people like that in my life.  One of the reasons why I so love my online community is that it is truly one of a very few places where I feel that acceptance…. where I feel like I can really be me.  In my online community, there are so many people who not only “get” me, but who also wouldn’t want me to be any other way.    In my actual day to day life, not as many.  But they’re there, and last night reminded me that I’m married to one of them.

And so, this year as my present to myself, I’m not just going to dread my hair.   I’m also going to allow myself to stop wanting that support or acceptance from the people who are just honestly never going to give it…… and celebrating the heck out of the people who do.

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The Unschooled Gamer

Did you know what you wanted to do with your life when you were eleven?

I did.  I wanted to be a writer.  Sure, there were moments growing up that I also wanted to be (in no particular order):  an Olympic gymnast, a hair stylist, a scientist, and a psychologist. But the one constant, the one thing that I always wanted to be – for as long as I can remember – was a writer.  I never knew the exact form it would take, which meant that I navigated a frustrating college experience consisting of, “Well you should major in English.  No, you want to take Journalism.  Let’s try Mass Communications.”  Until I finally admitted that none of them were really the right path for me, but that I still just wanted to write.

I am turning 38 tomorrow, and I am a writer.   No, I don’t earn a living writing (although it does very occasionally earn me at least a little bit of money), but I am a writer.  I am living out that eleven year old’s dream.

I write.

Sometimes a few people read what I have to say.

Sometimes a lot of people read what I have to say.

Sometimes people are even touched in some way by what I have to say.

Sometimes my words are for me and me alone.

But I am a writer.

Paxton, eleven years old at the time of this writing, wants to be a video game designer.

 

He has always wanted to be a video game designer.  Why, when I know from my own experience the reality of an eleven year old’s passion, would I not take that every bit as seriously as my own writing?  I don’t share his love of video games, but I have learned to appreciate them on a whole new level through his example.  I can see how much he loves them.  I can see how much he’s learning from them.  I can see how much it all means to him.

Last night, prompted in part by a discussion about this article, I told Paxton, “You know what you should do?  You should start a blog about video games, so that people can see what you’re doing, and see what you’re learning.”

And he answered, “I’ve been thinking about starting a blog!”

So last night, long after the rest of us had gone to bed, he did.  He is now, officially, Paxton The Unschooled Gamer.

And as it turns out, he’s a writer too.

 

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New Year, new plans

I say these words every year – every year – but, I love New Years.  I do.  And it’s silly really, because it’s a day like any other day.  ANY day is a good day to make a change.  ANY day is a good day to try something new.  ANY day is a good day for a fresh start.  I know that, and I practice that.   But there’s still just something about that 1/1 on the calendar… that promise of newness and hope and possibility… that makes my heart flutter.

I haven’t done resolutions for a while now, but I do do (heh, I said do-do) goals.  And for the past three years, I’ve made a virtual dream board.  I save it, print it out, and it then looks back at me from my bulletin board all year long.

Because life is circular, not linear, and because a lot of pursuits don’t start or end with the new year,  my boards tend to look very similar year after year.   In fact, this year I just changed a couple of things.

It all starts with faith and family, so that will always remain front and center.

I don’t ever want to stop traveling, exploring, and enjoying the outdoors, so that’s there too.  Last year was a nearly month-long cross-country road trip.  There won’t be such a trip this year, but we are planning a ten-day vacation in San Diego this fall, as well as many local excursions to the beautiful desert and mountains.

In the upper left-hand corner is my consummate reminder to continue focusing on paying off our debt.  It’s not sexy, but for better or worse it plays a rather pivotal role in how we live our lives, so there it is.  This year, my hope is to not only reach our number goal by the end of the year, but to surpass it.  I want to contribute to the cause myself this year, by bringing in some money of my own for the first time in a long while.

My favorite part of the board this time – and the part I’ll be focusing a lot of energy on – is the entire right-hand side:  The playing, the creating, the inspiring, the JOY.  The girl is about to be four years old, and when all the boys were four I also had a brand-new baby.  This time there will be no more babies.  While I’m at peace with it, and am very much enjoying this stage of all the kids’ lives, there’s a part of me that is profoundly sad to know that that chapter in my life is over.   I don’t want to focus on the sad.  I want to focus on the joy… both the joy I find in the kids, and the joy I find in my own creative pursuits… those things I willingly set aside when they were babies.   I can’t wait to devote some time to creating again.  Creating music, art, words, jewelry.  I am re-learning how to play the piano.  I just started playing with chain maille.  I have some specific ideas for my blog, and for the e-books I keep threatening promising to finish.  AND, God-willing, this spring I will enroll in the yoga teacher training program I have been eyeing for the past three years, and have my RYT by the end of July.   If for whatever reason it doesn’t happen this year, as long as I’m still working towards it – as long as I’m still learning and trying and creating and practicing and yoga-ing – I’ll be happy.

Happy 2012.  May it be full of new and exciting and beautiful things.

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‘Happy Holidays’ and other four letter words

The cashier was pleasant and friendly.  He joked around with the kids, and easily made small talk while he lovingly rang up our toothpaste and toilet paper.  He carefully bagged our baubles and breakables, and he made sure to ask if we wanted the drinks we’d just grabbed from the cooler left out.  He offered the three year old a sticker.  He smiled amiably while he handed me my cash register receipt, and he told me to come again.

And then, he said it.

The thing that would cause me to roll my eyes and hurry home to write the store a scathing letter detailing exactly why I would be hereby boycotting their store forever.

He said, “Happy Holidays.”

In front of my children.  How dare he say such a thing to me?  How dare he try to take the Christ out of my Christmas?  What is the matter with our stores, and our society, today??  I felt so offended and disrespected that I couldn’t even utter a word.  I angrily snatched the receipt from his hand.  I gathered the kids as quickly as I could, grabbed my groceries, and hightailed it out of there.  I vowed never to return again.

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No.  What I actually did was smile – sincerely – and thank him.  I wished him a happy holiday as well.  I got my groceries, counted my kids, and went about the rest of the day…. feeling good about a friendly and positive interaction with a kind stranger.

To be clear, I celebrate Christmas.  I have celebrated Christmas all of my life.  I love Christmas.  But it doesn’t even begin to bother me when somebody – be it a person or a website or a store – says Happy Holidays instead of Merry Christmas.  For that matter, it wouldn’t bother me if someone mistakenly thought I was Jewish and wished me a Happy Hannukah.  Why?  To begin with, I take it for nothing more than it is: a hopefully sincere and friendly good wish from one person to another.  They’re showing me a kindness and they’re wishing me happiness.  Which really, is supposed to be the whole point of the season (and for the whole year, if we’re living the way we should aspire to be living)

More than that though, is the fact that nothing anyone else says can take away MY meaning of the holiday.  Nothing anyone else says will change what I believe.  Nothing anyone else says will damage my own personal walk as a Christian.  “Happy Holiday” wishers are not – as so many believe – “taking the Christ out of Christmas.”   The only one who can take my Christ out of my Christmas is me.

Let me say that again, rephrased:

The only one who can take your Christ out of your Christmas is you.

How do you take Christ out of Christmas?  You take Christ out of Christmas every time you:

Don’t take the high road.

Are less than loving, and patient, and kind.

Gossip, complain about, and judge others.

Are slow to listen and quick to anger.

And yes…. grump and moan and cry about everyone taking Christ out of Christmas, instead of simply showing the people kindness and goodwill and grace, and letting them see through your actions that Christ cannot be taken out of your Christmas because Christ is living in you.  No one can take that away from you, no matter what they believe or what they celebrate or WHY they celebrate.

And if you’re going to split hairs about who should and should not celebrate Christmas, it’s worth noting that 1) Jesus was most likely NOT born on December 25th, and 2) most of what we all do at Christmas time – even as Christians – are things we borrowed and adapted from pagan traditions, not the other way around.

Every year I hear more and more people complaining about what’s become of Christmas, how commercialized it is, how far it’s gotten from its true roots…. which very well may be true, but is making a big stink about it really the answer?  If, like me, you believe in Jesus and His birth, then simply live it.

If you believe in having a simple Christmas, then have a simple Christmas.   If you believe in giving, then give.  If you believe in kindness, be kind.  If you believe in boycotting big businesses and Black Friday sales and midnight deals, then by all means, stay home.

But don’t forget that “What you do speaks so loudly I cannot hear what you say.”  (Emerson)

Just a couple of hours ago, I saw a Facebook photo of a group of tents set up and camped out at the entrance to a Walmart, waiting for the Black Friday sales.   One of the commenters said, “People like that are nothing more than disgusting, materialistic losers.”   That there is some real holiday spirit.  Now I can think of about 7,253 things I’d rather do than camp out in front of a Walmart (or in line for a Twilight movie opening) but you know what?  If that’s your thing, I love you just the same.  I happen to think that the world is big enough for all of us, with all our beliefs and our differences and our traditions and our celebrations.

The best thing I can do to honor my God and my beliefs and my Christmas is to live my life the way I purport to want to live it, and not worry about what anyone else is, or is not, doing.  There are actual problems in the world, and whether someone says “Merry Christmas” or “Happy Holidays” is not one of them.

And don’t get me wrong.   Since you know that I celebrate Christmas, I would love and appreciate a “Merry Christmas” from any one of you.   But I would love and appreciate a sincere “Happy Holidays” just as much (and the diehard Seinfeld fan in me would be ever indebted if you wished me a “Happy Festivus” while you were at it.)

The Christmas cards we send every year say “Peace, Joy, and Love” on them…. partly because that was the default greeting on the design we chose several years ago and it resonated with us, and partly because it just sums up the meaning of the season – and our lives – in three simple words.

I know it sounds trite, but I really do wish you peace, joy and love… whether you’re a believer, a non-believer, or even a Walmart parking lot camper.

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