It’s the holiday season and a diabetics’ dream…or nightmare, depends on what side of the stethoscope you’re on. People are making Christmas lists, rushing around to buy gifts for families, critters, I mean kids and that odd co-worker that you pulled in the white elephant gift exchange. We’re surrounded by cookies and cakes, candy and spiced cider, caramel popcorn and sweet coffees; a couple of extra insulin shots are required for sure. Luckily my family has decided to draw names this year and I’m SO grateful! We seem to be expanding every year and the competition is getting stiff. We don’t compete by cost, but the competition is fierce in thoughtfulness. Does your gift make the person cry or laugh, will it make them nostalgic and sentimental; the most responsive reaction wins. I HATE competitions; I slobber all over the place, all the time, like my tear ducts keep wetting their pants. So, we’re required to make a short wish list that everyone will ignore, in hopes of setting people on the right path to your big red reaction button. Woohoo…not. Holidays are bad for me because I eat what I want, when I want, unapologetically. I know good and darn well I have labs the first week in January and my gluttonous, rebellious activities will be available for every doctor on my team to fuss and rebuke me about, as I smile the cheesy smile of the unrepentant and promise to do better…next year.
I don’t know if this holiday season is feeling different because I turned 40 this year or what, but I want something that looks like it can’t be eaten or purchased. My Christmas wish this year is for a heart that sees, truly, that’s it. I want to see people in ways I can assist with encouragement, honesty and transparency. I want to see the low self-esteem beyond the make up and the loneliness behind the gaggle of friends. I want to see the frustration behind the effort and assist in the tries beyond the relinquished dreams. I guess I want to show people that I get it because I have been and I am there now too. There’s a lot of resolution making about cutting off dead weight and negative people out of your life, but do you see the person as human. You do realize that in order to become dead weight, one had to have once been alive. What squelched that light of life right out? I for one want to help reignite those flames. I’m not expecting a roaring fire in the beginning, but a little flicker would let that wounded heart know someone sees it.
That’s my Christmas wish this year, what’s yours?
I enjoyed that Christmas reading.
Makes me think about my Christmas gift.Thankk you