Today, I wished a dear friend, “Happy Easter,” and was met by a highly negative response, verbalized as, “I don’t celebrate Easter,” turning his back to me and walking away.
I get it. Everyone has a right to their own opinion, and I honor that in other people.
Over the course of my life, there are a few holidays that have special meaning for me and my family. In my life, there is a particular hierarchy of these holidays and in order, they have been,
2. Fourth of July
The values of the celebration of these holidays decreased due to extreme trauma suffered by me and my family, but basically, the hierarchy remains in place, and as recovery continues, the overall value of these holidays remain as somewhat sacred tradition.
I must admit, when my friend abruptly shut down my friendly gesture of sharing something important to me, I was initially surprised and offended.
I thought of all the times that I supported my friend in the things that were important to him, that I could care less about. Always supportive, never rejecting him, his ideas, or the battles he chose to fight. Celebrating with him his wins and consoling him when struggling without judgment.
I was shocked at his response my simple, friendly salutation.
I was not imposing any belief, trying to convey any importance to the idea of it being Easter or any religious reference which may have been offensive.
Then I realized this was not about me. There was something within my friend which had been triggered by my, “Happy Easter,” and he responded appropriately based on his own inner wounds and fear. His response was not directed at me, even though I had initiated the phrase that triggered an inner child tantrum.
All things considered, he probably did an exceptional job of subduing the inner child’s outburst, had I taken it personally and decided to defend myself, the inner child’s ranting could have expressed itself as a full-on catastrophe.
So, I send love to my friend as he has the rest of the day to struggle with whatever his concerns are about his idea of Easter, and why he is unable to share in someone else’s joy during this (or any other) day that he may respond to negatively.
I understand that he, just like I am, is doing the best with what he has, and I allow him his own sacred space to work out the details, or not, without judgment.
For me, Easter remains to be one of my Top 4 holidays, and it does have spiritual significance for me.
I’ve never been so glad to find out that someone was not where they were supposed to be.
I cannot speak for anyone else and bless you no matter what you think or believe because I believe in you.
I love you.