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What’s a Holiday, Anymore?

The holidays are upon us, Passover and Easter (Resurrection Day), times for the kids to flip out, become overstimulated, break down, throw a fit.  Oh joy.  The dysregulation that occurs is truly a sight to behold.

Perhaps it’s due to special holiday gatherings, get-togethers with friends and relatives that can push some over the edge.  Perhaps it’s due to a certain selfishness and tendency toward whining when all does not revolve around a specific child’s needs and demands.  Perhaps it’s due to the fact that holidays have become nothing more than times to indulge on a “spring break” mentality for pseudo-adults, as well.  Which leads us to bigger fish to fry.

Personally, I am blown away by the amount of events facing my kids this week, “Holy Week” between Palm Sunday and Easter, and particularly next weekend, that they’re expected to attend if they ever want to participate again.  Everything from lectures, to sports, to other must-show events landing squarely on Passover Seder night/Good Friday.  These are kick-off events that open the door to the rest of the season.

Is there nothing sacred?

Apparently not.

We gave in to one event that was happening, a lecture for Petya’s archaeological career that the powers-that-be insisted would be excellent as an intro course to Prehistory/History.  It involves driving several states this way and that and being away from our family near/on the holidays, depending on how you calculate.

“You understand the group you’re joining,” Benedetto murmurs.

The fact that there was such controversy in this elite society over someone joining at such a young age makes Petya and I want to go the extra mile and show that we were “committed”.  But somehow, I feel that we’ve been shortchanged.

When it finally came to sports, I’d had enough.  Passover Seder Night/Good Friday was scheduled to be the first of the next eight weeks of training.  In years past, the athletic center was either closed or had shortened, abbreviated hours.  Wouldn’t other kids be away on spring break?  I became the voice in the wilderness informing the athletic director that our children, a ready-made majority by their sheer numbers, would not be participating.

They looked at me like I had three heads.

Benedetto’s small Italian hometown of long ago (and of current day) would shut all stores and places of businesses on holidays, giving off a ghosttown appearance.  We had both lived in lands that honored holidays, closing down everything from public transport to even some hospitals, having one “duty hospital” published in the newspaper as the rotating, go-to facility of the day should an emergency arise.  Even the non-religious had a few hours or a whole day “off”.

But in America, it was not even “business as usual”.  There were now command performances for children, intent on sweeping them into the secularism of our day.  Time to draw the line.




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  1. avatar Shelley says:

    Good points! Occasionally we just have to say “no”.

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