MissTaken
Biker Chick
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So, tell me about some of your most significant memories, your current holiday plans and your hopes for the future.
Memories are many.
1975: We opened our gifts on Christmas morning, knowing it would be the last christmas as a family. Dad was to leave on Jan 5th and did. While I have adjusted to divorce, there is a part of me that remembers those feelings as a nine year old girl on a bitter sweet christmas.
1981: A homemade christmas. We were poor as church mice that year, but I still have the picture frame my middle brother painted for me. It was "Heafty Smirf"
1988: I was at my mother's fixing dinner for us and my aunt and uncle. Fortunately, we always make too much as all of the aunts and uncles and cousins wandered in, without warning for xmas dinner! The only down side was there were about six people telling me how to prepare dinner. So I cracked a wine cooler and ignored them all. Dinner was awesome as was the unexpected time with family, in and out of state.
1995: Christmas with my infant son under the tree. How precious a gift given at the holiday season. And sex for the first time in six weeks happened on christmas eve. (Doctor's orders, ya know?)
1998: Thanksgiving: My uncle, who had been a quadrupelegic for approximately 17 years, was quietly weeping at a photo of my aunt who had died of cancer the year before. My son, in his innocence, wanted to help my uncle feel better, so got him a chip and dip to eat. Of course, that dip was really whipped cream and my uncle ate it as if it were ambrosia, much to the pleasure of my son.
1999: Now, my uncle was gone as well, same thing, cancer, quick and deadly. This Christmas was full of deep sorrow and heavy hearts as the family was dwindling adn taking our loved ones from us at such young ages. Then, my son and daughter decided to beef up christmas. My son wore Santa's hat and had all the older women "sit" on his lap. At age four, he said, "Ho Ho HO, what do ya want for Christmas, little lady?"
2002: IT was just me and the children, or so I thought. The children had spent the day before, finding things, making things and drawing pictures to wrap for gifts for each other and the family. I wasn't sure how to share those little gifts of love from the innocence of our future with my family until, they showed up on Christmas morning!!!! Thank God! It took four adults, three hours to assembly all those "some assembly required" toys. Of course, the men had to test drive all the trucks and remote control thingies.
And here it is, 2003. I look forward to Christmas with scooter and the children. In my heart, it will be the first christmas that I can truly feel a sense of my own, adult family's love. That is to say, a family that includes a man, woman and children wiht hearts full and smiles wide. Maybe this is my fantasy, but I am more inclined to believe it is the reality, our reality, and I thank God for the gift of second chances at happiness.
20 years from now, it will be scooter and I spending time with the children and grandchildren. I will probably still be crocheting the same damn afghan I can't seem to finish this christmas and he will be at my knees, holding the yarn. (Now, I know this if fantasy. But it ties up my thread quite nicely, no?)
Merry Christmas everyone.
Memories are many.
1975: We opened our gifts on Christmas morning, knowing it would be the last christmas as a family. Dad was to leave on Jan 5th and did. While I have adjusted to divorce, there is a part of me that remembers those feelings as a nine year old girl on a bitter sweet christmas.
1981: A homemade christmas. We were poor as church mice that year, but I still have the picture frame my middle brother painted for me. It was "Heafty Smirf"
1988: I was at my mother's fixing dinner for us and my aunt and uncle. Fortunately, we always make too much as all of the aunts and uncles and cousins wandered in, without warning for xmas dinner! The only down side was there were about six people telling me how to prepare dinner. So I cracked a wine cooler and ignored them all. Dinner was awesome as was the unexpected time with family, in and out of state.
1995: Christmas with my infant son under the tree. How precious a gift given at the holiday season. And sex for the first time in six weeks happened on christmas eve. (Doctor's orders, ya know?)
1998: Thanksgiving: My uncle, who had been a quadrupelegic for approximately 17 years, was quietly weeping at a photo of my aunt who had died of cancer the year before. My son, in his innocence, wanted to help my uncle feel better, so got him a chip and dip to eat. Of course, that dip was really whipped cream and my uncle ate it as if it were ambrosia, much to the pleasure of my son.
1999: Now, my uncle was gone as well, same thing, cancer, quick and deadly. This Christmas was full of deep sorrow and heavy hearts as the family was dwindling adn taking our loved ones from us at such young ages. Then, my son and daughter decided to beef up christmas. My son wore Santa's hat and had all the older women "sit" on his lap. At age four, he said, "Ho Ho HO, what do ya want for Christmas, little lady?"
2002: IT was just me and the children, or so I thought. The children had spent the day before, finding things, making things and drawing pictures to wrap for gifts for each other and the family. I wasn't sure how to share those little gifts of love from the innocence of our future with my family until, they showed up on Christmas morning!!!! Thank God! It took four adults, three hours to assembly all those "some assembly required" toys. Of course, the men had to test drive all the trucks and remote control thingies.
And here it is, 2003. I look forward to Christmas with scooter and the children. In my heart, it will be the first christmas that I can truly feel a sense of my own, adult family's love. That is to say, a family that includes a man, woman and children wiht hearts full and smiles wide. Maybe this is my fantasy, but I am more inclined to believe it is the reality, our reality, and I thank God for the gift of second chances at happiness.
20 years from now, it will be scooter and I spending time with the children and grandchildren. I will probably still be crocheting the same damn afghan I can't seem to finish this christmas and he will be at my knees, holding the yarn. (Now, I know this if fantasy. But it ties up my thread quite nicely, no?)
Merry Christmas everyone.
