I realized today that I grew up in a bubble. The way my family interacted, and still interacts to this day is so far from the norm that really you only read about it in books.
Holidays were/are times set aside for just family. It seemed like nothing was more important on those special days. The whole family gathered together for food, conversation, amd quality time together.
Now I live in a world where “family time” is squeezed in if possible inbetween study breaks. I know that this is the life we signed up for and I know that this is just a season but I still can’t help but long for the individed attention, especially on the holidays.
A Wise Woman in Progress 