Lessons from a Monkey

Another holiday coming to a close and the exhaustion is setting in. It’s interesting, being the adult responsible for making magic through the holidays. Witnessing the wonder in your children is humbling and satisfying, and it thickens the fog of nostalgia. I see my childhood in them, and it feels like standing knee deep in the river of time. I think about my parents at my age, doing this magic dance for their children. And then I see all the families all over the world celebrating at this time and my muscles tighten and I don’t sleep well because in adult world there is no ‘winter break’: work goes on, shopping and laundry and bills go on, family drama goes on. There are no extra hours in the day at this time of year, but we insist on packing more Read more…