Today is Mardi Gras, Fat Tuesday. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and Ash Wednesday. Friday is Chinese New Year. Monday is President’s Day.
It’s holiday overload for an American from Hawaii, in love with my husband, and Catholic.
I’ve been to New Orleans once. It’s a beautiful city, and beautiful people and the city has a dark side too. When I was there, it was after Hurricane Katrina, and many homes were still being rebuilt. Life still went on, and every night there is a party on Bourbon Street.
I’m figuring out what to get my husband for Valentine’s and strategizing a game plan to get my 13-year-old son to mass on a Wednesday. I am thankful I work from home and have my own business. If I were still working in an office, I would have had to get malasadas today, chocolate tomorrow and red envelopes for Friday.
Hopefully, we run into a Chinese lion dance this weekend because I can’t strategize how to drag a 13-year-old to an event with a Chinese lion dance.
My 13-year-old gave me insight. His project this week is to create a poster and write about Barack Obama. At first, I thought, that’s a lot to give a kid and expect a project to be done in a week. Then my next thought was to see President Obama through his eyes. The next thought was to see President Trump through his eyes. He is growing up in a time of extreme change and extreme opinions. I thought the world must be colliding in front of his eyes.
Colliding holidays are minor compared to what he is experiencing.