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midori
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When I got married, we lived 300 miles from my family, and 800 miles from his family. So we spent our early married years just sort of being homebodies and having a low-key Christmas. Then we moved to be 400 miles away from my family, and had children… and I would take the kids down to spend Christmas with my family, but left DH behind at home to spend Christmas by himself due to his work schedule. Which wasn’t really ideal, but DH isn’t big on Christmas, and my mom is, and Christmas is for small children.
These days, as more of my siblings have grown and moved on, and as my MIL has moved to be closer to us, we offer to host Thanksgiving or Christmas. Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn’t. We don’t want a holiday to be like that proverbial cupcake that you stick your thumb in and claim as “mine”.
But I’ve also made an effort to visit my family a couple of times a year, outside of holidays. As I’ve grown and developed my family, family has become more important to me… rather than just being part of a group of people who happen to be related to each other, if that makes sense. Chances are, your adult children need to work through those concepts themselves— figuring out how to redefine family relationships from the child/adult model to the adult/adult model.
Living two hours away is nothing.
That’s like, drive there, meet for lunch, catch a museum, get out before rush hour hits, and be home in time for dinner.
Even though my husband isn’t big on holidays, one thing he has taught me is not to wait for a special occasion to do X. If you want to have people down for the weekend, or give someone a gift, or do stuff, don’t set it aside until you can do it in conjunction with the proper holiday. Do stuff just because you love someone.
These days, as more of my siblings have grown and moved on, and as my MIL has moved to be closer to us, we offer to host Thanksgiving or Christmas. Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn’t. We don’t want a holiday to be like that proverbial cupcake that you stick your thumb in and claim as “mine”.
Living two hours away is nothing.