I know last week I was a little bah-humbug about the
holidays. I really don’t mean to sound
like Scrooge, but the holidays provide unique stressors for nearly
everyone. For me, it tends to be gift
giving. It stresses my time, energy,
creativity and budget. I don’t think I’m
alone. A conversation with my
10-year-old daughter revealed that she, too, is stressed about finding the
right gifts for her family that fit within the confines of her time, talent and
budget. We talked about the gifts she brings
that we appreciate most are not ones that can be put in a box and wrapped. Her sense of humor and loving spirit are two
much appreciated gifts. Still, even
10-year-olds are not immune to the stresses of the season.
Maybe for you gift-giving isn’t the trigger. Maybe food is a stressor for you. All those high-sugar treats tempting you all
the time. It could be the extra events
in the schedule that tax a limited energy supply. Perhaps your stressor is a particular family
member who pushes your buttons and who you can avoid most of the year, except
during the holidays. And, for many, the
holidays bring to mind the person who isn’t at the holiday table this year, and
never will be again.
Life, with its joys and sorrows, doesn’t really consult
dates on a calendar when it presents us with challenges. It has been a long time ago now, but I
remember two holiday seasons, in particular, where I vacillated between the
joyfulness of the season and the clarity of future reality. It was a little bit like being on a
teeter-totter on a playground. Thrilled
when you were up and bracing for when you were down, never knowing if it was
going to be a soft touch down, going right back up; or, if this was the time
you hit hard and bounced off.
In 2004, my family – the sisters, the spouses, the children
and my parents – all decided to go to Lethbridge for a family vacation. We planned to enjoy a water par
k and other holiday happenings the city had to offer. We were one year into my Dad’s brain cancer at that point. The idea was great, but the timing was bittersweet. Dad had been doing pretty well, but during that trip, it became evident that the tumor was growing again. The following year, we spent the holiday season with Dad at Peace Hospice in Great Falls. As a mother with young children at the time, I tried to keep up the appearances of the holidays for their sake. Looking back, it seems like a strange blur of all the right holiday dresses, food and decorations accompanied with the worry, the doctors and nurses, and the inevitable death of my father.
k and other holiday happenings the city had to offer. We were one year into my Dad’s brain cancer at that point. The idea was great, but the timing was bittersweet. Dad had been doing pretty well, but during that trip, it became evident that the tumor was growing again. The following year, we spent the holiday season with Dad at Peace Hospice in Great Falls. As a mother with young children at the time, I tried to keep up the appearances of the holidays for their sake. Looking back, it seems like a strange blur of all the right holiday dresses, food and decorations accompanied with the worry, the doctors and nurses, and the inevitable death of my father.
I think all people have their own bittersweet at the
holidays. I think the trick is to find
more sweet than bitter. There are ways
to counteract holiday stress triggers.
One way is to communicate your needs clearly to those around you. If cooking the meal for a huge family
gathering destroys your joy, do a potluck or ask everyone to bring one
appetizer, or have everyone bring their favorite cereal and you supply the
milk. Your family will surely remember
the year they had cold cereal for their holiday feast! Or, skip the food entirely and do a game
night. Another way to combat stress is
to get regular exercise. Even if you
have company or are traveling, set aside the time you normally would to walk,
swim, run or stretch. Try to keep your
diet as regular as possible, maybe even putting a little more focus on getting
a wide variety of colorful fruits and vegetables. Eat a healthy breakfast
packed with whole grains and drink plenty of water. When you are well-nourished,
it seems you can handle more of the stresses coming your way.
You can also use a variety of breathing techniques to reduce
stress. One breathing technique I
learned during my counselor training was to exhale through your mouth as long
as possible. When you can no longer
breathe out, take a deep breath in. This
technique was recommended for people who had anxiety attacks. When you are already anxious, you are pretty
tight and then someone will say, “take a deep breath,” which is not possible because
are tense. If you breathe the air out of
your lungs first, they have to refill.
It can be very helpful in stressful situations or when having trouble
sleeping at night. Just repeat the
process a few times until your body relaxes.
You can even use those devices we all seem to be carrying
around to help you relieve stress during the holidays. The Shop
Smart magazine, produced by Consumer
Reports, recommended a few apps for stress reduction, including Breathe2Relax, Buddhify, Omvana and
more, plus a few recommended podcasts including those found at UCLA Mindful Awareness Research Center. If an app isn’t for you, perhaps set a timer
to remind you to go for a walk or do some deep breathing, stretching and
relaxation exercises.
With some of the stress-reduction tips, I hope you will find
yourself up more than down on this season’s see-saw.
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Disclaimer: I have faith that you will take what you can use from this blog and discard the rest. I believe in your ability to discern whether or not to spend any money on products suggested. I trust you to understand that I am not endorsing any particular commercially available product over another one of like quality and cost.
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A Simple Enough Holiday -- After writing my post, I found this article. The author and I seem to share many of the same sentiments. Wonder if we are distantly related?
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