Home for the Holidays

In case you were wondering, I have been on a train since 6:45 am going from Boston to NYC.

I gave up the opportunity to see my favorite DJ, Tiesto, spin in favor of a traditional Irish/Italian Christmas party with my Bostonian relatives. It was well worth it. There is something about generations of family coming together to eat, drink and have their picture taken 1000 times that warms the cockles of your heart.

This was my mother’s family, and with 7 brothers and sisters, there is never a dull moment. After the shootings of those poor innocent children in CT, there is nothing like the site of seeing your little nieces and nephews building a gingerbread house and having a tea party.

I dont have children and will never know what it is like to be a mother. I never really wanted to be. I am an Aunt to 4.5 year old and 2 year old girls who consistently amaze me with their development. They remind me to keep smiling every day and to treat everyone with empathy and kindness. My 4.5 year old niece is quick to say ” aunty, you hurt my heart” if she hears me saying something mean to my mother.

I love my kinky, crazy life and wouldnt change it for the world. I have my escape too, when I am with my family and I sit and listen to my great uncle and aunts talk about my Nana, my mom as a kid and reminisce about past holiday parties. We reflect and honor our loves ones that have passed and delight in the energy that children bring forth.