This Christmas: Why Christmas Stinks Sometimes
It was the third day in a row or maybe the fourth. I don’t exactly recall. I do, however, vividly remember coming home from work and being met by my normally patient and long-suffering wife declaring in an overly frustrated tone, “Here, you deal with him. I’m done!”
The kids were home for Christmas break, and one son in particular was being more than a handful. This was very uncharacteristic for him. The first day, we thought it was simply childhood Christmas excitement. By the second day, we were beginning to lose our patience. By the time I arrived home this day, she was almost at her wits’ end. Nagging, whining, crying, bugging siblings, arguing, you name it. But why? Didn’t he know Christmas was almost here? Had he forgotten that Santa was “making his list and checking it twice?” Wasn’t he aware of how much mom and dad had to do in order to get ready for Christmas? For so many reasons, now was not the time for him to be acting this way.
What I did next doesn’t come naturally to me. Try as I might to practice what I preach, I admit that my default reaction to situations like this is to lay down the law. But, something told me that there was much, much more going on than simply bad behavior. Call it what you will, I like to think of it as my God-given “adoptive dad instinct.” So I said to my son, “Let’s go for a walk.” And, after a little cajoling, he agreed, and so off we went.
We walked for a while engaged in nothing but small talk. Eventually, I changed the subject. “So what’s going on?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he answered.
“Of course,” I thought, sarcastically to myself. But, I persisted.
“Mom says you’ve really been acting up the last few days,” I continued. He nodded in agreement. “That’s not really like you. Is something wrong? Are you worried about something? Maybe upset about something?”
This time, he shrugged his shoulders and just kinda hung his head and shook it side to side, ever so slightly. I’d seen that look before. It told me I was on the right track. And then, he gave it away.
“Do I have to tell you?” he asked. This is the tell-tale question he always asks when he has something he really needs to talk about but is a little afraid to bring it up. More often than not, the subject is adoption related. So, I gave him the response I always give when he asks me this question. “Of course, you don’t have to, but you know I always want to hear what you are thinking – no matter what it is.”
And then, he practically blurted it out. “Dad, Christmas just stinks!” he exclaimed. “I know I am supposed to love it and be having fun, but I just hate it. I really do.”
It instantly occurred to me that somehow I managed to have the only elementary school-aged child in all of America who actually hates Christmas. But, I quickly asked the obvious question, “Why?”
“Because it makes me really sad,” he said. “It makes me think about my birthmom and my birth family. I wonder what they are doing. Do you think they think about me?”
“I bet they do,” I replied. “No…I am sure they do. And did you know something else? You’re not the only kid that thinks Christmas stinks because of that very same reason.”
“I’m not?” he said, finally slowing down to look directly at me.
I grabbed his hand, and we continued. “No. You know Ms. Melanie who was adopted when she was a little girl?” I asked.
“Yeh,” he replied.
“She’s told me a million times that lots of special occasions, like Christmas, birthdays, even Mothers Day and Fathers Day, are really hard for her. She even has a special name for those times that make her kinda sad and make her think of her birth parents and her birth family. She calls them trigger moments. This happens to a lot for people who were adopted and not just when they are kids. She says that even though she is an adult, it still happens for her sometimes,” I explained.
I’ve always heard the expression “the weight of the world being lifted off of your shoulders,” but I don’t think I’d ever literally seen it happen until this moment. It was though he realized in an instant that everything he had been feeling and thinking was not only okay, it was also very real and quite normal. And, the fact that I was understanding, even if it could not fully understand – that was all he seemed to need.
Our walk lasted over an hour as we continued talking about what he had been feeling and processing over the past several days. We talked about how it was okay to feel these things, but it wasn’t okay to act the way he had been acting. Instead, he needed to find a way to talk with mom or me about it. As important, I assured him we would do a better job of being available for him, especially during times like these.
I can’t honestly say that I truly understand all that he must have been feeling or processing in his little heart and mind. And, frankly, the connection between all of that and his behavior still somewhat alludes me. But, I know that his feelings are very real. Amidst all of the tinsel and lights and despite the excitement of being out of school and the anticipation of the gifts and fun of Christmas day, the reality is my kids – not unlike other kids who were adopted – still have profound losses that cannot be erased and must not be ignored. And sometimes, even against their own wishes, the realities of their past and what they have lost comes crashing in. Even at happy times like Christmas.
In the face of all this, my job – whether at Christmas, on birthdays, on Fathers Day or whenever – is to always be available for my kids. To be open and willing to listen and talk and allow all of who they are to become part of our holidays and special occasions. As we do this, I realize more and more that rather than taking away from these happy times, embracing them and all of their past allows them to be more fully present – and allows us, as a family, to be more connected as we move forward.
After learning from my son why Christmas stinks sometimes, I no longer look at Christmas quite the same as I once did. But, of course, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Michael and his wife Amy are the proud parents of four children, each welcomed into their family through adoption. Together they lead Tapestry, the adoption and foster care ministry at Irving Bible Church in Irving, TX. In addition, they lead the DFW Alliance of Adoption and Orphan Care Ministries, a network of over 25 churches in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area, as well as Empowered To Connect, an online educational resource for adoptive and foster parents and church ministries. As part of this effort, Michael and Amy coauthored, together with Dr. Purvis, Created to Connect: A Christian’s Guide to The Connected Child. This blog post was originally published on the Adoptive Dads blog on December 23, 2010.