For the first time ever, my sister, mother, and I decided to do something Christmassy.
Those of you who follow this blog closely know what an unusual thing it is for my family to do something usual, and what is more usual than sending out Christmas cards?
It’s been a rough couple of years for the ladies in my family. My sister and I battled in court for conservatorship over my mother to help effectively manage her schizophrenia. There have been lots of legal battles and hospital visits and yelling and police and yelling at police (it’s a whole story) and predictably, that has taken a toll.
But for the last twelve months, in an impossibly crazy, pandemic-y world, things have not been so crazy in our little world. Mom is safe, my sister and I have worked out a smooth schedule, and an eerie calm has settled over us.
So when my sister called me the other day and asked if I wanted to get together to write out Christmas cards this year, I accepted. It was such a normal thing to do.
Normal for other people, at least.Continue reading “New Traditions, AKA How to Navigate Tricky Relationships by Keeping Your Hands Busy”