I fucking love Christmas, even though it's not even my holiday. I just love the lights and how sometimes even in the crappy shoving holiday mall maul, people seem all happy and shiny. Oh, and I love the music, too
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It is like that. I hope they help me heal and simultaneously I don't rub any of my bitter funk off on them. Which is so hard. It's like, must be happy for wee people but the wee people don't care. Yet.
Saaaaaaaaaame here. I mean, warped, sure. Because if my kids aren't quirky I'm going to feel like I failed them, but otherwise, I don't want them to be sad and angry and feel let down ALL OF THE TIME.
They'll totally help. Kids think every little thing is magic, and just so interesting!, and it rubs off on you if you pay any attention to it. It might be more effective next year, but this year at least the decorations will amaze them, and that's one of the best parts!
I think the fact that you are determined not to let your (understandable) negativity rub off on them will be enough. Look through their eyes for the next few years, not your own.
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Was supposed to say "I hope things are BETTER between me and him..."
Whoops.
I will be so happy if my kid does not grow up warped and bitter. I have kind of a lot of baggage.
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It's lame when adults let kids down. Repeatedly.
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