Archive | December 2013

Monday is the New Sunday

Trees sit under a coat of snow at the Piper Mo...

Trees sit under a coat of snow at the Piper Mountain Christmas tree farm in Newburgh, Maine, USA. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have heard it said by many of my colleagues in real estate that business slows down for them during the holiday season.  Many sellers even insist on taking their homes off the market for the holidays.  But for me, for whatever reason, my business always picks up.  This past weekend, I spent my entire Sunday trudging through the heavily falling snow showing rental properties.  My car skidded straight through a red light!  Ahhh, the joys of real estate.  More than anything, I would have loved to spend my Sunday on my couch under a blanket, warmed by a fire, Christmas tree lit, and watching mindless television or a good movie.  However, since real estate is feast or famine, I had to take advantage of the opportunity to earn some cash to pay for Christmas presents!

So today is Monday, and I’ve chosen to treat the day as if it were Sunday.  As I write this, it is 1pm and I am sitting on my couch in what I like to call my comfy clothes.  My laptop is on my lap (isn’t that why they call it that?), and I am drinking hot tea.  My 21 year old is doing what he does best, sleeping.  He is off of work today, so I suppose it is Sunday to him too.  My daughter is at school, so the house is absolutely quiet and still… just the way I like it!

These days, I am learning that you have to take peace and quiet whenever you can.  No one can dictate which day should be my day of rest.  If I walked into the office tomorrow and announced that I sat on the couch all day Monday, I would be looked upon as lazy and unproductive.  I do not care what anyone else thinks.

Real estate has been pretty volatile over the past few years.  Many times I caught myself dreaming of the security of a 9-5 job with benefits that would provide me with peace of mind.  As far as I know, though, there are no jobs these days that are guaranteed to be there tomorrow.  Today, I appreciate the flexibility this profession provides.  So, I will enjoy what is left of my tea and lounge a bit longer.  Who knows, I may even take a nap!  For me, Monday is the new Sunday.

Patti Crowley

http://www.pattisdreamhomes.com

 

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Last Christmas

Illustration from children's novel, Christmas ...

Illustration from children’s novel, Christmas Holidays at Merryvale by Alice Hale Burnett. Caption:”There she comes! She’s falling!” cried the boys. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This Christmas season is bittersweet.  My daughter and I were decorating the house last night.  Her brother, who is 21, was getting ready to go out with friends so he had no interest in helping.  Last year, and every year before, we would decorate together, listen to Christmas music, and have some laughs.  So at one point while decorating, Megan sat down on the couch and just seemed disinterested.  Of course, I felt annoyed to be doing it all myself, but instead of getting angry, I simply asked what was up.  She looked at me with watery eyes and said, “Mom, this is my last year home.  Next year, I’ll be away at college.  And Michael is not even helping us!”  My heart broke.  I just didn’t know what to say, because truthfully, I was thinking the same thing!

I tried to get her to enjoy the moment, and not think about next year, but was unsuccessful.  I was exchanging texts with a friend of mine, so I told him about Megan.  His response was, “Tell Meg she carries home in her heart.”  I could not have come up with a more perfect thing to say, and his text blew me away.  So I passed that message along to Megan, and she almost cried.  I have to admit that my response was the same.

Life has changed, and so have the holidays, since my divorce over 10 years ago.  But although it is hard for the kids to share holidays, and have to celebrate with their parents separately, they know they are loved.  Growing up is hard, but so is being the parent to children who are becoming adults.  I remember those days when the children were young.  Holiday preparations were filled with excitement and anticipation.  I have to remind myself that although holidays are not the same as they were years ago, I can make them all about spending time with my young adult children.  At their ages, their lives are full with friends, school, and jobs.  Any time that we can carve out to spend together is a huge bonus!  I have to also remind myself that I am an incredibly lucky mom to have two wonderful kids who still actually WANT to spend time with me.  I suppose that means I have done my job.  I have to believe that I have done right by them, and that I will be sending them off into the real world with the tools they need.  What they do with those tools is up to them.

So, although at times the holidays lack the excitement they had when my kids were young, I have to accept that life changes. Change is good.  I absolutely cannot look at this as the Last Christmas.  Instead, it is the first of many Christmases with my “adult” children. It’s a beautiful thing!