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The Empty Seat at the Table

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  The Empty Seat at the Table by Susan B. Mead, Contributing Writer "Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas" we are used to hearing and saying. Yet at times, Christmas is far from merry. When Christmas isn’t merry, it creates unique challenges for everyone in the home - and in the family. How can ... READ the POST

The loss of a parent, grandparent, spouse, sibling, niece or nephew, in-law, friend or child creates a hole begging to be filled and a seat at the table that remains empty. What do you say on that day when hearts are broken and feelings are frayed? I learned three things that matter.

Accepted

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Accepted by Renee Griffin, Contributing Writer I never felt accepted during Christmas with extended family. My family loved and accepted me, but as an adopted child these events only magnified my differences. When cousins and aunts and uncles met at grandma's house to celebrate ... READ the POST

My family had no way of knowing or understanding the raging disconnect inside my heart. I wanted so badly to fit in, to find a place that acknowledged my differences, and still welcomed me in.

When Christmas is Heartbreaking

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When Christmas Is Heartbreaking by Jennifer Watson, Contributing Writer She would have been fifteen. For some reason I just assume that I only make girls. Being a self-professed girly girl, I soak in all the sugar and spice. Fairy tales and make believe, chasing after dreams like clouds thinking ... READ the POST

She would have been fifteen. For some reason I just assume that I only make girls. She would have been fifteen. For some reason I just assume that I only make girls. Being a self-professed girly girl, I soak in all the sugar and spice. Fairy tales and make believe, chasing after dreams like clouds thinking if I jumped high enough I could hold them in my hand. I haven’t thought about her in a while. But for years thoughts of her consumed my waking moments and my dreams. It was Christmastime; all was jolly and bright with the gentle mixture of fear. What would motherhood be like and would I be good at it? All I knew was that strong desire to mother was within and we would figure it out together. I would grow into motherhood with each breath she took. Three days before Christmas something happened. I knew something was wrong, I began to miscarry a dream and a fragile life. I could see it every time I looked in the mirror, fear taunting me. I spent a few hours in an ER room longing to hear a heartbeat that was never meant to beat.

Cease Striving

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Cease Striving by Jennifer New, Contributing Writer Growing up, I can remember knowing my very young mother felt compelled to prove to a harsh and judgmental world that she could be the mother everyone seemed to doubt her capable of being. The compulsion created a pressure, whether perceived or ... READ the POST

It’s so easy to be consumed by the demands this world urges me to grab on to relating to this blessed season, which has been hijacked by the compulsion to prove something; that I’ve hosted the best parties, prepared the yummiest food, purchased the greatest gifts, strung up the most beautiful decorations, found the ugliest sweaters, created the most creative crafts, shared the wittiest elf-on-a-shelfisms (what in the world?!) Social media would have me believe I am failing and don’t measure up.

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