The Christmas Holiday

I am a divorced mother.  My ex-husband and I had been married for 3, nearly 4 years before our daughter came.  She is so funny, smart, sassy, and acts just like me.  I couldn't ask for a better girl.  Piper is very tuned in to me and my feelings too.  It's hard to believe that she is now only 6 years old.  She's a short adult for sure. 

I moved back home a when she was 13 months old and she has been flying back and forth from me and her dad ever since.  It's usually worked out just fine.  She's only been in school for a year and some change now, so, it's time to readjust how we work the holidays.  Her dad pays for her airfare to go out there, and that's good for me. 

This year, Christmas vacation starts for her one the 22nd of December, and she goes back to school on the 7th of January.  She will be going to visit her dad this year for Christmas.  She will be gone from the 22nd to the 6th of January. 

Now, I'm not usually one to complain about how we do things, I simply say, fine and go with it.  I know that Joey doesn't get to see her as much as he would like to.  But, to me, that seems a bit more than unfair this time.  I asked to be able to have her for at least one day so that I could have a small version of Christmas here with our family as well.  And that didn't happen this year.  I'm trying to not be upset with this situation, but, I'm more than just a little upset this time.  And I want to scream about it and get upset, but, I know that if Piper sees me getting upset about it, she will get upset about it too.  Then she will spend her whole vacation that she has thinking that I'm going to be sad... that's not the case.  While I love being with her for all of our holidays, I don't mind her going to see her dad.  She needs to go see him.  He's a part of her as much as she's a part me.

I am angry, however, I will get over it, and we will figure out some sort of a plan to work this all out. It's days like this, that make me glad that I work out regularly and meditate as much as possible.  Otherwise I would just be angry all the time... Hooray for mental vacations!