The Only Gift I Ever Ask For
Why time is always a perfect, priceless present.
Ok. I have to share something. I love a “good coffee” talk. I am after all a Jewish New Yorker…well, except I drink tea.
I have to tell you what I got for the holidays. It wasn’t what I asked for, but it ended up being perfect. (Moms don’t need a lot anyway; we don’t need more stuff.)
I got an INFJ, creator, writer, entrepreneur, neurodivergent Jewish mother’s literal dream come true. If you fit in any of those, or randomly share the same identities, I hope you won’t be too jealous.
…I got a week home alone over the holidays.
For 6+ days I ate when and what I wanted, did the dishes when I was good and ready to (after several days), slept in and stayed up very late.
I just existed, as me, and yes, it was goddamn amazing.
What about Christmas?!
Of course, I know about Christmas…it’s kind of hard to miss!
What you may not know is that some people really, actually, 100%, god’s honest truth do not celebrate Christmas. I want you to know…that we’re a-okay. You don’t need to worry, or be shocked, or sad.
