Meditation from Tom Cali
When I was growing up, the pain of divorce was always around. My sister Julie and I were the only kids in our elementary school with divorced parents. We felt out of place but at Christmastime that would all change. Both our parents had remarried so our Christmases would begin on the day of Christmas Eve. We would start at my grandparents on my dad’s side in a suburb of Detroit. It was a great Italian feast and we were showered with plenty of wonderful gifts.
In the late afternoon, we were whisked away to my step-mom’s very large family Christmas. More presents than we could ever ask for were bestowed on us. In the evening, we were dropped off at our step-dad’s family Christmas where we were always welcomed and loved. Late Christmas Eve, we would head home. Christmas music played on the radio and we always fell asleep in the car because we were so tired and full but filled with anticipation because we still had two Christmas celebrations left!
Christmas morning was with mom and John and always plenty of gifts and plenty of play time. Later on, our sister Sara joined us and we got to experience what it was like for a child at Christmas. In the afternoon, we would head to our last celebration at my grandparents’ house for a turkey and all the trimmings along with even more presents to enjoy.
At Christmas time, we were different from our friends. We had five families filled with love, food and plenty of gifts.
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