Motivational Monday: Remembering Compassion
(Originally posted on December 16, 2019)

Christmas is just about a week away . Wow, crazy isn't it?
Time seems to fly by!
When I was a kid, Christmas was so exciting. My fondest memories of that time are not about getting gifts, but about the gatherings and the times spent with family. We'd all gather together at my grandmother's house on Christmas Eve and she'd have a big spread of food. My absolute favorite was something she would only make on Christmas Eve: dates cut in half, filled with peanut butter and rolled in sugar. Now as an adult trying to live a healthy lifestyle, that makes me squirm —
but as a kid you could hardly pull me away from the plate! What's interesting is that I have no remembrance (for the most part) of the gifts I received, but I remember helping her make the dates and I remember helping to cut the trays of food. What I remember is the time spent, the conversations shared, and the feeling of love in the air.
While I don't remember the mass majority of the material gifts I received, I do remember one.
I had been knitting an afghan with my grandmother's help. I was a kid and got frustrated because it was taking so long and I basically gave up. She finished it and gave it to me for Christmas that year. I still have it, and still use it. It reminds me of her and of the Christmas Eve that she gave it to me. What a blessing, and now that she's gone I have that memory to treasure.
The other day, I stopped to pick up some groceries. While I was in line the woman in front of me began talking to me and telling me how much she was dreading the holidays this year. Her mother had passed 15 years ago and she had never really gotten over it. Boy, I'm sure we can all understand that!
She was smiling and telling me what she was going to do for her family, and what memories they were trying to create. S he said, deep down,
she had this sadness that her mother wasn't there to share it with her. Outwardly I would have never known how she felt, had I not spoken to her. She looked happy and excited—but inwardly she was heartbroken and hurting.
This made me wonder how many people in the world are happy and smiling on the outside, but deeply wounded on the inside. I suspect most of us are broken to some degree!
So how and why do we keep on keeping on? Because most of us realize that we are feeling that loss—that lack of connection—simply because we were lucky enough to feel great love and great connection. We know and understand love and happiness, even though we may have lost it.
The greater loss would have been to never have experienced it at all.
I'm not sure what everyone believes, but I do believe that someday we will be reunited with our lost loved ones. Someday we will share all those memories we have amassed over the years. If we keep making memories, sharing, love and laughter, we'll have so much more to look forward to.
Remember to be compassionate this season. Everyone is broken in some way and a little love—and a big hug—can go a long way!
Enjoy your holidays, and don't make the peanut butter dates no matter how tempted you are! They aren't healthy!!!!!! 🤣🤣
"When the Japanese mend broken objects, they aggrandize the damage by filling the cracks with gold. They believe that when something's suffered damage and has a history it becomes more beautiful."
--Barbara Bloom
Sincerely,
Fatkin Natural Healing









