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kyburgyourholidaymom:
Hello, my darling. I know you didn’t want to get out of bed for most of this year (neither did I), but you did and I am so proud of you for doing so. Trust. It was hard, but we both made it through – and that’s saying something. Here’s to us!
We’re still here, that hasn’t changed and we’re still as fabulous as we were before. Heartsick, weary and battered, sure. But we endure and that’s what matters.
I am so proud of you, no matter what. You’re here, and that’s amazing. Nothing could ever replace the you-shaped space you make in this world, and your very presence is all the gift I could ever ask for. That’s the biggest thing you could ever give me – more You. Tuck it away someplace, drag it out when the haters get you down. My mother gave that to me when I was your age – it’s served me well.
We’re going to open the house up again on Christmas Eve, just like I did with my late husband did with his family growing up. His father had worked with a number of people who had defected from their home countries after WWII and had no way to return home for the holidays. Being Swiss, he had thought this nonsense and had simply brought everyone home with him.
We open the doors to everybody, we don’t care who comes in. Can you smell the candles burning? Or the cookies baking? I always try to bake at least one batch during the day so anyone coming over can have some warm out of the oven (and they make the house smell incredible). I’ve started finding and wrapping little presents, nothing big – but it wouldn’t be the holidays without a little something-something, so I’ve started looking into the sales and dollar stores for things I can give away. The little towels that expand out when you get them wet are my favorites!
We always watch a lot of television, play frisbee and eat too much junk food too. Oh well.
My wish for you is the same now, as it always has been. I wish for you a beautiful life, my holiday child. You mean so much to us, now and forever, I wish I could say with mere words. However it comes down, know you are loved for who you are. That never changes.
May you find some magic, and sweep up some luck from the sidewalks.
Love Always,
Mamma Donna
Your Holiday Mom: Mamma Donna was originally published on Your Holiday Mom
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Hello, my darling. I know you didn’t want to get out of bed for most of this year (neither did I), but you did and I am so proud of you for doing so. Trust. It was hard, but we both made it through – and that’s saying something. Here’s to us!
We’re still here, that hasn’t changed and we’re still as fabulous as we were before. Heartsick, weary and battered, sure. But we endure and that’s what matters.
I am so proud of you, no matter what. You’re here, and that’s amazing. Nothing could ever replace the you-shaped space you make in this world, and your very presence is all the gift I could ever ask for. That’s the biggest thing you could ever give me – more You. Tuck it away someplace, drag it out when the haters get you down. My mother gave that to me when I was your age – it’s served me well.
We’re going to open the house up again on Christmas Eve, just like I did with my late husband did with his family growing up. His father had worked with a number of people who had defected from their home countries after WWII and had no way to return home for the holidays. Being Swiss, he had thought this nonsense and had simply brought everyone home with him.
We open the doors to everybody, we don’t care who comes in. Can you smell the candles burning? Or the cookies baking? I always try to bake at least one batch during the day so anyone coming over can have some warm out of the oven (and they make the house smell incredible). I’ve started finding and wrapping little presents, nothing big – but it wouldn’t be the holidays without a little something-something, so I’ve started looking into the sales and dollar stores for things I can give away. The little towels that expand out when you get them wet are my favorites!
We always watch a lot of television, play frisbee and eat too much junk food too. Oh well.
My wish for you is the same now, as it always has been. I wish for you a beautiful life, my holiday child. You mean so much to us, now and forever, I wish I could say with mere words. However it comes down, know you are loved for who you are. That never changes.
May you find some magic, and sweep up some luck from the sidewalks.
Love Always,
Mamma Donna
Your Holiday Mom: Mamma Donna was originally published on Your Holiday Mom
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