Early Morning Reflections – On Being Childless at Christmas

The Light Will Return

It’s just before dawn on Christmas morning 2020.  The first few brave birds are sending out their song into the darkness.  As I sit to write this post there are still things left to be done: a few stray presents to wrap, the soup to make for lunch and the cat is nudging me for his breakfast. To be honest, I’m not entirely sure where this blog post is going.  All I know is that I felt compelled to connect with you on what can be a really difficult day for anyone going through any form of grief or loss, for any reason.

I’ve navigated 16 or so Christmases since I accepted I would not have children and this morning, in the pre-dawn quiet, I want to step – just for a moment – back into the past and take my younger self by the hand and tell her, ‘We can do this.  I’ve got you!’  Without any shadow of a doubt, I know it is possible to emerge from what seems like the darkest moments of loss where the future seems obscured by the shadow of the desire for children that did not arrive.  I know it is possible.

Over the last 16 years I’ve used every technique (and anti-technique!) to find my own path through the tinsel tsunami that is our present-day Christmas.  Not being religious, I find of a sense of hope in the notion of the winter solstice more than in the mish mash of borrowed traditions of the so-called festive season.  Living with a Jew, the simple act of lighting Chanukah candles and contemplating a shared history, heritage and humanity has brought me more comfort than putting up the Christmas lights.  And yet…even now, as I think of all the healing that has happened, all the grief work that has been done and everything I have accomplished in this dance with loss, this season still brings its own unique challenges for me as a childless person.

I would love to offer a single, fail-safe technique to anyone experiencing the despair of childlessness, to get you through this next festive break.  The truth is that we each have to find our own way, our own traditions, our own coping mechanisms.  Trust me, I have gone through every iteration of ‘coping at Christmas’ from railing against it to bailing out of it entirely, from wholeheartedly embracing it to muddling through it in a less-than-half-hearted manner.  And there hasn’t been, like in some Hollywood Christmas film, a direct line of increasingly more positive Christmases.  It still changes every year.  

What I can say with certainty is that change – and therefore, healing – comes in the (seemingly) small stuff.  It’s about noticing those tiny moments that offer themselves as gifts and finding space for them in amongst the maelstrom of emotions that surround us at this time of year.  For instance, it’s not yet 8am on Christmas morning and I have a small list of things that have brought me more Christmas joy than an over-filled Santa stocking:

  • A Christmas Eve morning swim in the less-than-tropical waters of The Channel – my first sea swim since a hip replacement – my husband helping me to the water’s edge and watching the waves engulf his shoes!
  • A Covid secure doorstep Christmas Eve carol ‘concert’ in our cul-de-sac – a reminder of warmth, companionship (even when socially distanced) and the gift that is good neighbours.
  • A 5am under-the-duvet text exchange with a beloved friend, sharing our plans for the day and hopes for 2021.
  • These precious moments by myself – the gift of time – to contemplate, reflect and write these words down.
  • The sun rising through the beech trees.

I have never helped my children leave out treats for Santa. I have never had wide-eyed excited children padding into our room to open their Christmas stockings.  I have never sat at the Christmas dinner table and surveyed the family I thought I would have.  These are moments that I will always grieve – moments my younger self never doubted I would have.  But what I do have has been created with just as much love, just as much hard work and a not inconsiderable amount of self-discovery.  What I do know is that I will still have the angry Christmases, the hopeful Christmas, the ‘f**k off!’ Christmases, the ‘I’m just not doing this’ Christmases – and I am completely unapologetic for that.  And if that doesn’t fit with anyone else’s Christmas model then so be it.  And so, over these last 16 years I’ve found a way of standing up for myself and not conforming to anyone else’s fantasy or image of Christmas.  And that has brought me peace.

Wherever you are and however you’re spending Christmas, I’m sending you all love and light and, above all, peace.

6 thoughts on “Early Morning Reflections – On Being Childless at Christmas

  1. Yes it is a grief that each and everyone who has lived through this knows very well! But somehow we find a way either through ,nieces and nephews.or fur babies.all who become very special. In my case I worked for 30 years with children in care.worked a lot with animal rescues here and abroad.But my greatest love is dancing flamenco the music can take you through all kinds of feelings of love.loss.and joy. I did eventually have my beautiful son but the journey to him was filled with difficulties and problems but the ” not being able to have children” makes strong tough woman. Which eventually leads to acceptances.

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  2. The perfect family Christmas is one of the fantasies so many of us were all brought up with. I lived them myself for a while. But, in the words of Bob Dylan ‘I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now’. For the bereaved, for the estranged, for the homeless, as for the childless Christmas underlines loss and sharpens the pain as no other time of year.

    But…around the country just now there are families who are sad because Covid has kept then from each other. There are families who are experiencing relief that they are spared an annual dysfunctional experience. There are families for whom this year is no different from any other in that it is a reminder of the failure to get it right that ‘tradition’ makes us feel we should. I’m not sure about all this making us stronger, but it does make us human. Let’s raise a glass to that.

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    1. I totally agree, Joy. Loss and grief for any reason are underscored by the fantasy of the ‘perfect family Christmas’. And this year that will include the grief of separation.
      Thank you for taking time to leave your thoughts here. X


  3. Beautifully written as ever… 4 years on and it still remains a minefield… However as I start to make peace with it all, I always think of those who are spending their first Christmas without loved ones, of those who are having enforced fun with relatives they don’t relate to and those who are lonely, sad, struggling financially or for whatever reason, be that mental health or serious illness find this time of year overwhelming…

    I’m starting to learn that is ok not to be ok, and as you so beautifully write, make no apologies if this doesn’t fit in with others image of Christmas.

    Thank you as always for your inspirational words x


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