This time of year is always a time of reflection for me. I don’t know about you, but there’s something about the snow falling and hearing Elvis sing, “Why Can’t Every Day Be Like Christmas” that makes me stop what I’m doing, close my eyes, and remember.
And there’s so much I remember. And lately I feel like I need to write it all down or I’ll forget. Because it scares me to think that someday I may forget.
It’s so cliche to say it all goes by so fast, but I look at my life and can’t believe I’m a middle aged mom of three kids, a dog and 5 chickens. Oh, and a goldfish named Bluezo.
How did the past 51 years go by…so fast?
And the holidays just seem to bring it all back. Picking out the tree, decorating the house, preparing for the big Christmas Eve party…I can’t help but remember how it was when I was a kid, and I wonder if my kids will someday look back longingly at this time, right now.
If I’m being honest, I feel like my childhood was so great, I can’t possibly give them what I was blessed to have. Times were different, sure. I know. I get it. And I know when we look back we filter out the negative and only remember the good.
But guys seriously, it was all good. My mom stayed home for the first 18 years of my life and made sure she had home baked cookies for my brother and me after school. Every night was a home-cooked meal, seated around the kitchen table, where we’d talk about our day. No television. No radio. Just us.
The holidays were always over the top amazing. From the decorations to the food – and the family and friends that piled into our home was a sight to see. Rita & Gene, my grandparent’s friends came every Christmas Eve, and I’d always love it when Gene would make his way to the little electric piano, and start to play. Rita would sit by his side and sing.
I was always dressed in red or green velvet, my brother in dress pants and tie.
My dad always wore a crazy holiday sweater — always had a red & white Santa hat on the top of his head, and was always smiling.
And it wasn’t just Christmas that was amazing…
Fourth of July…my uncle Paul would sing and entertain us all – dancing right there on the back deck, his kids acting as his back-up dancers.
Easter – always a big deal…dressed up for church with my parents and grandparents, and my Nana always singing loudly (and very much off key). An afternoon of food, egg hunting and too many desserts.
And pretty much every Sunday – just routine, run of the mill Sundays…after church we’d all go to my grandparent’s house. My Nana was always making a big Sunday dinner. You could smell the sauce from the driveway, and she’d always have a “sauce sandwich” ready for me when I walked in. Heaven.
Ahhh – here I go again…reminiscing. I could do this all day. But I’ve got lunches to pack, backpacks to fill and beds to make. I’ve got presents to wrap, cookies to bake and dinner to prepare.
I’ve got memories to make.
I’ve got this time right now…so I’ll make the most of it, because these days will become their moments of reflection.
And I pray they feel as loved and cherished, as I have for the past 51 years.
Mom & Dad, if you’re reading this…thank you. You done good.