Thinking about the holidays and what they mean to me has brought up a lot of sadness. When I was a kid, Christmas was filled with thoughts of the three Magi, Mary, Joseph, and the baby Jesus.
As a teen, I enjoyed my younger sisters and the looks on their faces when they saw all their gifts from Santa.
In college, I couldn’t wait to return home for the holidays to see my family.
Now, as a mom, with kids who no longer believe in Santa, it’s still all about the family.Family remains the one constant, surpassing Santa and gifts. But the family has changed a lot since I was a kid. I miss those who are no longer with me to share the holidays. I try to keep in mind that they are probably in a better place than here on Earth. But that doesn’t keep me from missing them.
To my mom Barbara and my dad Bill and my mother-in-law Peg and my father-in-law Dick, to my nephew Jeremiah…
and my furry daughters and sons Jackson, Mocha, and Java – Happy Christmas to all of you, wherever you are.