Ghosts Of Christmas Past — 2017

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I visisted my daughter’s family last week. Early in the pre-dawn hours of Christmas morning I loaded up my car and headed north. It was absolutely — hands — down — the best drive to her home I have ever made. It was quiet, peaceful, and no one was on the road.

She also had just recently moved to a new place. Its more out in the country and I was able to access it via back roads, driving by horse farms and pastures instead of strip malls and shopping plazas. There were hardly any street lights to slow my progress.

I was warmly greeted by people who love me. My daughter and my son-in-law were grateful for the extra set of hands to help with the unpacking, organizing, and day to day tasking that a new move requires. The three small humans who are my grand children only require my attention and love.

I came bearing gifts and cookies, but in truth — I have received so much more than I brought. It has been an incredible experience for me to be wrapped in the love of my family.

We have shopped and chatted, my daughter and I. Sharing memories and stories of Christmas’ long past and the moving experiences of her own childhood. They are very brave people to have pulled off both a move and Christmas in the same week.

My grand daughters have colored with me, we have played UNO, read books, done each other’s hair, and built amazing things with Legos. They have shared special moments and fears with me that have made my heart swell with gratitude to be in this place and time with them.

If only I could bottle this and take it home with me. The smell of my grand children, the sweet sound of their laughter, even the shrieks of their discontent land in soft places in my heart.

When I started my journey here for this visit — my daughter said to me “Mom, you aren’t going to want to leave.” Don’t you just hate it when your kids are right? Because when it came time to go — I held my grand daughters close to me in a mega group hug at their front door. Tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat.

I walked back into my reality slowly. Its quiet here in my own space. There is laundry to do and Christmas decorations to untrim. Tasks which will help me cope with the loss of chaos I had come to adore. But my large pieces of my heart remained with them.

I want to leave you with the most profound quote regarding Christmas there ever was —

“Maybe Christmas, perhaps…means a little bit more!” He puzzled and puzzled till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. Maybe Christmas, he thought…doesn’t come from a store. — The Wise And All Knowing Dr Suess.

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