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A Different Kind of Holiday Season


 Hey there, Friend.

It happens without warning, doesn't it? You’re walking through a store in early November, minding your own business, and there it is: the first display of twinkling lights and shiny ornaments. For a split second, a wave of nostalgia might wash over you, a memory of a simpler time. But then, just as quickly, a different feeling settles in your stomach—a quiet dread, a heavy sigh. It’s the feeling that a season of joy for everyone else is about to be a season of survival for you.

If you feel like you’re on the outside of the holiday cheer looking in, we want you to hear this loud and clear: You are not broken. Your feelings are a completely normal response to navigating a painful, personal journey during a very public, family-focused time of year. Here at GrowingMyFamily, we understand that feeling of bracing for impact as the holidays approach. It’s an emotional armor you didn’t ask to wear, but you put it on to protect yourself from painful questions, pregnancy announcements, and rooms full of children. We know what it’s like to hold your breath from Thanksgiving to New Year's.

This December, we are giving you a permission slip to do the holidays differently. This is your invitation to a season that’s defined not by external expectations, but by your own internal emotional needs. This isn't about being a Grinch or ruining anyone's fun; it's about self-preservation. It's about acknowledging that when you are carrying a heavy weight, you cannot be expected to skip and sing along with everyone else.

Welcome. We are so glad you’re here. Think of these daily messages as a warm, cozy room you can step into whenever the world outside feels too loud, too bright, or too demanding. There are no expectations here—only understanding, support, and a soft place to land when you’re feeling fragile. You don’t have to pretend here. You can be sad, angry, hopeful, or numb, and all of it is welcome. We’re not here to "fix" your holidays; we're here to hold your hand through them.

You’ve got this, and we’ve got you. Let’s walk through this season together, one gentle step at a time.

Your Gentle Reminder: This holiday season can be whatever you need it to be. Protecting your peace is not selfish; it is essential.

So please, take this as your official permission slip. You have the right to protect your heart, to define this season on your own terms, and to feel every single one of your feelings without judgment. This isn't about rejecting the season; it's about reclaiming it for yourself. It’s a brave and necessary act of self-preservation that so many of us in the GrowingMyFamily community are learning to practice, one quiet moment at a time.

We are so honored to walk alongside you this December. Know that every day, there will be a soft place for you to land right here. You don’t have to be strong, you don’t have to be cheerful, and you certainly don’t have to pretend. You just have to be you. And that is more than enough. 
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