The hustle and bustle of Christmas time preparations are underway. Our tree and Christmas lights are up way before December 1st rolled in.
You see. I love Christmas. It is a beautiful season, with Christmas tree’s, lit up in people’s houses, people mad shopping to find that perfect gift for their family and friends.
Every year as my family brings out the Christmas tree and all those beautiful decorations from its usual hiding place, my mind, my thoughts are very far away.
It goes back in time and I see your face and my longing for you start to rise up and I can’t stop it. I can’t put you back up onto the shelves and close the door tenderly. Lovingly tucked away, where I can open that door slightly and reminisce about you. Remembering your voice and your smile and your loving eyes.
It’s Christmas time that I fall to pieces quietly. The Christmas carols make it worse, even though I sing along with the radio loudly.
Having you as my mother gave me security and a sense of belonging, a sense of unconditional love. I remember you most on Christmas.
I feel lonely right now. Lonely for you. A mother I can turn to, and talk about everything and anything, any time.
We spent 16 years together.
You were gone too quickly from my life when I needed you most.
I’m missing you at Christmas, mom.
Maritess
2 thoughts on “Missing you at Christmas”
You are who you are because of the love that enveloped and molded your younger years…and that was in the person of your mom who loved you so unconditionally and can never be forgotten. So girl, continue to remember that cause you embody that same unconditional love for your children. Look at you—and I know she can see how you have become — an amazing, loving, affectionate, and generous woman and mother. She would have been so proud of her ‘Tetet’ as she always lovingly calls you.
Have a beautiful Christmas friend–you’re always close to me even when we’re afar.
Awwwww, thank you so much my dear and long time friend! You say the most beautiful words always, thank you for that. Yes, she was the best mother ever. Though we are not blood, we might as well be. She loved me like I love my children, unconditionally. Merry Christmas from our home to yours! XOXO Tess