If you know much about my story, you know that I converted to Judaism before marrying my now ex (it’s official) husband. Since converting marrying him, I hadn’t been with my family on Christmas. This had more to do with the “marrying him” part than the “converting” part. I have no problem hanging out with my family while they celebrate their holiday. I have no problem participating in non-religious aspects of the holiday (like taking my niece shopping for gifts). Mr. X, however, had a BIG problem with all of this. He was rather threatened by my family’s Christianity, and refused to be around them at this time of year. Even though we had a number of other couple-friends in which one (or both!) partners were converts and one or the other of the partners were rabbis or rabbis in training, and nobody else had this major issue with Christmas, Mr. X continued with his unbending stance. He even said once that he wouldn’t want to be in my parents’ house if there was a Christmas tree there (though he would be in other people’s houses with Christmas trees…crazy).
The good news is, he is out of the picture, and for the first time since 2003, I was able to be with my family at Christmas. I spent the weekend at my parents’ house. My younger sister and her family were also there, and my older sister came over last night with her family and we had the family gift exchange. For the first time in five years, I got to see my little people (all five of them together at once) opening Christmas gifts. The whole scene was amazing and happy and crazy and beautiful.
Read about some other perfect moments over at Weebles Wobblog.