12/25/2022
❤️
I don't know. I just feel like someone needs to hear my words today. I know there is someone out there, having a Christmas Eve that just isn't perfect. And it's really really hard. It's hard to feel alone in a world where it feels like everyone else has it all together.
I have felt that so many times. In the first years as a single mom. Without money for gifts, with kids angry, alone in my house. I just had to work to make it through. "Survive," I'd tell myself.
Maybe that is your job this Christmas. To survive. To make it through.
And maybe in that you need to remember beautiful grace.
Grace for yourself.
To not be perfect, to let the tears fall, to know that you are doing your best.
Oh sweet sister, it's a beautiful thing to try and try and try and try and try. I am so PROUD of you for trying.
Maybe you are alone.
Maybe you are dealing with sickness or death.
Maybe you've moved.
Maybe your kids aren’t with you.
Maybe your finances are tight.
Maybe you feel overwhelmed.
Maybe it seems like it should be perfect and yet there you are, with tears.
It's okay. It's okay.
For real.
Please try to see that, try not to see where you have stumbled or where your life isn't what you want, but sweet sister, see all the trying. The tenacity, the love, the showing up.
You will get through. I promise you.
If I could give you a hug I would. I would just get down and tell you how deeply proud of you I am. And I would tell you it's okay. It's okay to let the tears fall, to wish it was January 1, all of it. No more words of "hang on, it will get better." But rather, rather, just grace and letting you know it's okay to feel.
I am proud of you.
Thank you for showing up. For trying.
Merry Christmas, sweet sister.
Merry imperfect Christmas.
~Rachel