I remember being a little girl, ripping presents open, being spoiled year after year by my parents. I remember my mom and dad sitting and smiling and watching as my brother and I opened our gifts. I remember feeling bad for my mom, wondering how Christmas could be fun for her as we all had gifts, even dad, but most of the time, she didn’t. She always told me she never wanted gifts, she enjoyed watching us more, and I never truly understood that until I was older.
To say this Christmas feels like Christmas would not be telling the truth. If I am going to be 100 percent truthful, I have gone thru all the motions of the Christmas season, all the while suppressing any sadness I had by working nonstop. I started taking Christmas orders for my business in October and every night after work and the weekend, I spent hid in my basement, wrapped up in making fun memories for others, all the while, ignoring the memories I could be making. If I have to think about Christmas and this year and my mom not being here, it would put a hold so tight on me, I couldn’t even speak, so to make sure that didn’t happen, I wrapped my head around others.
I will say that I will not do that again. That while doing that, I pushed away my family at times, who I could be having memories with. When things finally slowed down and I started to internalize that I am having to handle Christmas without my mom and try to feel joy, I started crying, and I haven’t stopped since. I saw my moms Christmas tree in my dads window last night and for the first time, I let my heart and my head meet and if you see me and I have tears, its okay, they will dry up eventually, but it most likely will take awhile.
I decided that all this work I did would not go for me, but for others. I took every amount of money I made since October and I bought gifts for the people in my life who I want to know I appreciate. I spent all my money on my children, my husband, my close friends, my brother, my dad, my sister in law, my grandma, my nieces and nephews and so on and so on. The only way I would find joy in what I had just accomplished was to see others be happy.
I thought back to being little and my mom watching me. Her joy was watching others. Her joy was not about herself, but everyone else she encountered. Yesterday after work I had to run a million errands to a bunch of busy stores and I found myself being more patient, kinder, calmer. Wishing others a Merry Christmas. Hearing my mother come out in me when I wasn’t even trying. Last night I watched a movie with my family instead of running away and hiding. Yes, my girls and Scott saw me crying most of the night, but it’s okay. It’s okay because they miss her too.
My wish for you this Christmas is to stop whatever it is you’re doing and enjoy the moment, enjoy who you are with. Stop worrying about the stress of every day life. Stop worrying about work and bills and your to-do list. Don’t hide because in doing so, you’re blocking out the ones that love and care for you. I literally watched my life forever change this year in one moment when my mom took her last breath and in that change, nothing about the way I am is the same. Enjoy the moment you are in because you will never, ever regret those memories. Merry Christmas to you all.