The celebrations snuck up on me. Suddenly, the holiday appeared on Facebook and then everyone who had a daughter or a son was celebrating their child, apologizing for being late, creating “just like a son” or “just like a daughter” posts. We had to share or it would look like we don’t love our kids as much as everyone else loves their kids.
I looked up the holidays. Their origins are vague. They may have started in India. Daughters Day may be about affirming and empowering our daughters.
It’s also possible that many people simply provided relational information to Facebook and other social media platforms, part of making the algorithms that serve us ads and posts even more precise.
I also didn’t find any agates on the beach by Whitefish Point. They matter to others, but I don’t know exactly what I am looking for. I’m not sure why I need them. I know that the process of searching on the rocks to find something in particular means that I am not looking at the rocks for no purpose at all. And I’m not looking at the water, looking at the sky, looking at Nancy.
I’m thinking about the expectations that I take on, the expectations that I try to live up to. I’m thinking about the competitions that I am entering, the things that I say “yes” to that are not really things at all.
It’s easy to say “yes” without thinking about it. It’s easy to feel like we are falling short when we are not. It’s easy to take on the obligations that are appropriate for others and make them our own.
It’s harder to stop when we feel that pang of insufficiency and say, “But my sufficiency doesn’t rest with Facebook or friends. It rests in the love of Christ and obedience to that love.”
If you missed the made-up holidays, be at peace. If you didn’t see agates, be at peace. If you are in chaos, be at peace.