You may remember that recently
I hit a deer. During this fiasco, I was given an ultra cool, red 2010 Dodge Charger to drive while my car was being repaired. I had originally hoped for a minivan from the rental company, but I was SUPER excited to ditch the "mom boat" I normally drive and speed around (to preschool). The excitement didn't last long because as it turns out, a 2010 Dodge Charger is small and not at all practical for a mother of three kids. I know if I would have gotten a van, I would have done whatever I could to buy one for us. My car works for us now and is nearly paid off, so buying a new van 'just because' wouldn't have been a good financial decision. Also, my husband loved Dodge Chargers and really wanted one. But he drove the rental once and didn't like it at all. It was so small! Putting all of this together, I remember thinking, "God must have really had a hand in this!" And then I thought, "WHAT?"
Flashback to about ten years ago - I was telling a friend about how our neighbor's house caught on fire but ours wasn't damaged at all. She responded with, "Oh, Praise God!" and I thought it was so weird. Really? Praise God that my house didn't catch on fire? I suppose so, but I'm sure he had better things to do that night. And I thought, "Man, I'm glad I'm not one of
'those people'." You know, the people who think God has a hand in everything. That nothing is a coincidence. And who make people who don't have that kind of thought process feel uncomfortable.
As it turns out, I am turning into one of
'those people'. I'm not sure what has changed exactly, but I no longer see things as luck or circumstance. I think He does have a hand in everything. (And I sincerely hope that I don't make people feel uncomfortable!) So when I came across not one, but TWO blogs about unrealistic expectations at Christmas, I knew He was telling me something. And He is so right.
I read
this post first and felt like I'd been smacked in the head with a holy 2x4. Did I have some out of body experience and write this? Because I could have...
Because nobody ever lives up to my expectations.... By giving the perfect gift, I’m showing that I know them better than anyone else...I’m showing them that I can love them (love as a verb, of course, not a mere emotion) better than anyone else...I have perfectly ridiculous expectations of those who give me gifts. Because if they can’t give me something that illustrates how well they know me, how much they love me, how important I am, then clearly something is wrong.
The first Christmas Jeff and I spent as a married couple, he bought me the movie
"Dumb and Dumberer" for Christmas. And I cried. How could the man I just pledged to spend the rest of my life with buy me that movie? I didn't even like the first one! It was like he didn't know me at all. (To this day, he swears I told him it looked like it would be funny. I'm pretty sure I didn't.) Instead of our first Christmas being sweet, it will forever be remembered as the Christmas that I cried. (We can joke about it now, thankfully!)
And then there was
this post. I'm pretty sure I'm the Grinch in this whole situation. When things don't live up to my expectations (which are impossible) I steal the joy from the season and my negativity leaks all over everyone. (Enter sad trombone sound - whhaaa whhaaa) I am officially a holiday Debbie Downer. After reading this, I put up the white flag and surrendered. Okay God! I get it!
So this season, I'm working extra hard at remembering the importance of gratitude and trying to be less Grinch-y.
“Gratitude is the key to happiness and anything that undermines gratitude must undermine happiness. And nothing undermines gratitude as much as expectations. The more expectations you have, the less gratitude you will have.” -Dennis Prager
Have you learned any hard lessons this year?