I am thankful that all of our Christmas stuff is up (LOL). I know it doesn’t sound like much, but every other year my son has been gone for Thanksgiving. He hasn’t been with me the Friday after the holiday for the most part either. This is all due to custody issues. So I usually end up putting the Christmas decorations up by myself. Granted, my son has been home some of the time because I usually tried to wait on him, but I couldn’t always do that. Last night was the first time in 16 years we put up the Christmas decorations as a family on the evening of Thanksgiving. This included my parents and my husband. You’re probably confused as to why this matters. Let me explain a little further.
Every year since my son was two, I have had to share him; run him from here to there. Our holidays were always complete chaos. We were always on the road Christmas Eve because his father got him that day. He was always with me on Christmas. Then we were right back on the road the day after Christmas where he would spent over two weeks away from home. Remember, he’s a baby leaving his mother.
The aforementioned scenario was the routine until we moved back to Western Ohio in 2007. Then it was even worse. Because we were closer to the source, I gave him up more and more to keep peace and because I knew it would be good for my son to have a solid relationship with his father. That backfired when we moved away in 2010. I found myself back in court out of spite. This time the judge gave his dad every other Christmas. So, more running the roads, and this time I was without my son on one of the biggest holidays of the year. That has gone on since 2010.
In July the tide shifted. My son and my ex got into a major altercation. Since then my son has been in my care, which has been wonderful. This has been my son’s decision, not mine. He’s old enough to make his own choices and follow through with those choices. He has had some problems adjusting to the reality of the situation and what it means, but he is doing quite well despite it. His grades have never been better. He is happier. In fact, he and my husband are having a “guy day” helping some friends of our fix cars. This has been the best thing that could have happened to my son. With all of that being said, he is finally with me for Thanksgiving and for Christmas; no running the roads or worrying. By next Thanksgiving he will be working, so this holiday season means a great deal to me.
That’s the condensed version. So today I am thankful for blessings in disguise. I’m thankful for the hardship I’ve had to endure because the victory is so much sweeter. The time I have with my son is more appreciated than you could possibly imagine!