I’m not necessarily religious anymore as you know. But Christmas for me is about the tradition of decorating, lighting, candles, gathering people, gift giving, baking, cooking, laughing, and being with my children.
This will be the 3rd Christmas away from them.
I miss those moments with them.
Cori and I would have already started on our annual bake-a-palooza. The boys and I would be soon starting our gingerbread houses. No one would be allowed to look any where for any thing without first making the general announcement question if such place was OK to look in.
Someone would usually say no and have to go hunt for the needed item themselves.
The Harry Potter marathons, the traditional movies on TV, the stupid silly song-fests as we sing and dance around and cook.
The typical family nonsense.
Taking gifts to friends, wishing everyone happiness.
I miss those moments.
And, snuggling with them. Yep even as grown up kidittos, they always snuggle with me. And I love it. It’s my favorite.
Hot chocolate or cider a big blanket, a book, and my favorite people all puppy piled in.
I hope that never changes, but I suppose it might.
Tonight, I am missing my babies.
My first Christmas away this is what my Sweetpea wrote me:
“This is the first year I haven’t been with you for the holidays. The first year we didn’t bake holiday treats for a week straight. The first year we didn’t go into a sugar coma from baking those treats. The first year we didn’t set up the tree together. The first year we didn’t get into a fight about how long we can leave the Christmas decorations up before it gets tacky. The first year we didn’t tunelessly sing Christmas carols to annoy the boys until they finally joined in. The first year that we didn’t get obnoxious Christmas pajamas on Christmas Eve. The first year we haven’t unsuccessfully attempted to take decent Christmas pictures. This first year I haven’t been with my mom for Christmas. I’m proud of you for everything you are doing, but around this time I just kinda wish you here for the holidays. Christmas kinda isn’t the same with you half way around the world. I love you mommy, Merry Christmas”
I read this all the time, not just at Christmas.
Over my birthday my Boo wrote this:
“well, just don’t internalize it mama your an amazing person. You don’t need a man in your life ‘ Find yourself a good woman, they’ll love you more haha ‘ it is hard but your such a strong person, we all know it. I owe so much of my strength to seeing you mom and I love you so much for it. I know you’ll get through this. You’ve gone through worse”
And my Monkeysan, well, he just makes me happy with this one:
“well i don’t care what day it is i just wanna hang out with my mamma”
They were so little not so long ago! And freakishly cute fyi