Celebrate!
Where
did this disability come from?
Not
being able to celebrate.
Birthdays.
I got used to no presents.
I
buy what I want and sign your name.
When
I open it I say,
“Just
what I wanted, how did you know?”
The
same for Christmas.
And
when you look at the gifts I buy you,
with
indifference, I try to not let it bother me.
Valentine’s
Day. Not.
Easter.
Your enthusiasm rustles
like
wind in a bush.
But
no bunnies, chocolates, or egg hunts.
Independence
Day. Yawn.
Halloween.
No go.
Thanksgiving.
You munch while I cook
and
when the feast is set
you’re
not hungry.
New
Year’s Eve.
You
go to bed at ten
while
I stay up till midnight
putting
together a jigsaw puzzle
telling
myself, “Happy New Year!”
December
28th 1981
and
April 10th 1985.
You
had trouble hiding the celebration
pouring
from your eyes.
You
fairly vibrated with excitement
at
the birth of your children.
Why
are you afraid to rejoice in the good things?
Yes,
we’re waiting for heaven,
but
it’s okay to enjoy a little bit of it on earth.
I
think when we delight in God’s gifts
like
children opening presents at Christmas time,
He
smiles.
You
have many strength, talents, and abilities.
Celebrating
isn’t one of them.
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