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My Most Treasured Christmas Memory

I would like to first start off by apologizing for the lack of posts—this week has truly been a difficult one.  Not because of any shortage of writing, but because as Christmas quickly approaches, I became overwhelmed with the emotions of missing my Mother, and thoughts about the last Christmas that I shared with her, not knowing at the time that it would indeed be the very last Christmas.  It seems as if each year these emotions kick into high gear around the same time—on or about the 20th of December.  I’m not sure why, but I’m guessing that it’s because the date of her passing is 10 days later, on the 30th. Most times, the emotions can be extremely difficult to shake.

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I shared in an earlier post how this happens to me every year, and as I read that post late last night, I took notice of the suggestions that I gave for overcoming such feelings.  Constantly striving to be a person who practices what I preach, I decided to follow my own advice of reflecting on good times to ease the pain of grieving. The first thing that came to mind was my most treasured Christmas memory. I must say that just thinking about it did indeed turn my spirits around for the better.

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I was the one who always tried to guess what was under the tree during Christmas time.  I would wait until my mother was preoccupied with something else, and I would sneak to the tree and lift and shake the gifts—even going so far as to pulling the tape off of a corner or two to peek inside.  Whenever I would hear my mom coming, I would put everything back the way that it was, run to the other side of the room and pretend to read.  I always thought that she never suspected a thing, but one year she proved me wrong.

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I was about eight or nine years old, and on the morning of Christmas I ran to the tree (as usual) rushing to open all of the presents that I knew were waiting for me. However when I got to the tree, the bottom looked much different—it was not as full as it had been.  As I started to look for the gifts with my name, I was stunned to find that there was now only one—one single box out of what was originally at least ten or more.  I opened the box to find this:

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 I despised the Smurfs. I despised the cartoon show. And I despised this play set.

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I began to cry. After letting me sit there awhile my mom asked me what was wrong.  I told her that I did not like the toy and that I knew that I had far more presents under the tree for me than just that one before, but I no longer saw them.  My mom, with her big beautiful eyes stared directly at me and said,

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“Well, that’s what happens when you count your chickens before they’ve hatched.”

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She gave me a little smirk and a wink, and then walked away.

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Needless to say, I was lost: what on earth was she talking about?  What chickens?? I didn’t ask for chickens for Christmas!! What did she mean by that??!  It wasn’t until later on that day that it dawned on me what had happened—that she had taken all of the other toys away and got me something that she knew I would not like in order to teach me an important lesson about assumption, expectation, appreciation. It was a tough lesson to swallow, but I got it. 🙂  It is a lesson that would end up being carried into my adulthood and later on passed along to my own children, in hopes that they will pass it on to their children.

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I spent the rest of the day building my Papa Smurf Loc Blocks Laboratory and playing with it, realizing that it wasn’t so bad after all. 🙂

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Thank you Mom, for everything. 

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And from my family to yours:  many wishes for a Holiday season of comfort, joy, and peace.

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Do you have a treasured Christmas memory? Share below or tell me about it at: melisasource@yahoo.com

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Makeba Giles is a Digital Content Producer and Founder of Faith Health and Home, a digital space with information and resources for physical, emotional, and spiritual well-being to help families live an inspired lifestyle.

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RetroFlirt

Sorry for the passing of your mom and that you’re feeling a certain way around the holidays too. It is good to reflect on good memories.

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Reply to  RetroFlirt

Greetings: Thank you so much and yes it is always good to reflect on the good times and lessons that were taught to me in her own unique way 🙂 Just thinking about it helped me tremendously! ~Thank you so much for commenting! 🙂

Deeone

Very touching story, Makeba! First, let me say that I hope your Christmas was especially cheerful, and that the memories of your mother were ones filled with love, joy, and gratitude. This was my second Christmas without being able to hear my mother’s voice as well. And while the first one was solemn, depressing, and filled with sadness on my end; this one was the total opposite. I’m grateful that the powers that be allowed me the chance to have her here for as long as she was here. It could have certainly been differently. I know many people who… Read more »

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Reply to  Deeone

Greetings: Yes indeed–these are the memories that I hold dear to my heart. My Mother always had her own unique way of teaching us valuable life lessons in a way that would always stick with us. It is one of the many things that I loved about her. I shared this memory in hopes that it will help those who have lost someone during this season to seek joy in the cherished memories of their loved ones and to realize how such memories serve as a sort of comfort that the spirit of their loved ones will always be with… Read more »

momto8blog

It is easy to see why you would miss her! Happy new year!

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Reply to  momto8blog

Greetings: Yes I miss her dearly but she is always with me in spirit. ~Thank you so much for commenting and Happy New Year to you as well! 🙂

My Baby Sleep Guide

I don’t have a specific Christmas memory I treasure. I do mainly treasure all the family time I’ve had at each Christmas, especially with my mom since her passing.

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Makeba Giles
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Greetings — and welcome!

My deepest condolences on the passing of your mom. Yes family time with my mom is something that I treasure as well. Just reflecting on the day-to-day activities or ‘special traditions’ outside of the holiday season can help you to feel better at times when you find that you miss her most. Keep those times close to your heart–they will comfort you and remind you that though she is no longer here physically, she is always with you in spirit. ~Thank you so much for commenting and now following you as well! 🙂

Cheng
Cheng

In every festival there is a memory sometimes minor or sometimes bigger and gathering of all the family members and relatives are important because these are the persons that make fun and increase the joy of any festival.

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Reply to  Cheng

Greetings: That is so very true. The gathering of family is always a joyful time indeed. ~Thank you so very much for commenting! 🙂

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