Full day of freelance work and interviewing--all good, but I need a little creative story time tonight. True story: Shortly after my mother died, her lifelong childhood friend sent me a fat envelope that contained all of the letters my mother had written to her from 1965 until the time of her death. Can we say more precious than gold? In between phone calls today I felt the urge to pull the three-ring binder out and read through a few of the December letters, since we are in The Season. I shared a few excerpts with my daughters today, since both are now moms with small ones who are showing their excitement for the lights and fun of The Season, in the way little ones do. Spirit led me to a particular December letter where Mom is congratulating her friend Ann on the obvious arrival of one of Anns grandchildren, and my mothers feelings for the time that has passed with her own little ones is revealed: Its nice youll have a youngster to share the joy this year. I know I really miss the years when there were sleds and dolls under the tree . . . - (Dec. 17, 1970) From a December 18, 1968 letter--keep in mind the Viet Nam war was raging. Both my brothers were in the service, but neither was sent over, and the one brother was coming home to spend the holidays with us: Im sitting under the hair dryer as I write this. The girls high school program is this evening and I plan to attend. Their high school years are slipping by quickly---I rather dread to see them pass. Elmer and I will go to Sioux Falls to meet Russ plane. It will be so wonderful to have him home again. Rog and Jane are driving north and will arrive in Des Moines about Dec. 22nd. Rog called last week to say he was now a 1st Lieutenant. Hes done well. Dec. 10, 1980: Both girls and their families will be here with me, so we will have a good time of it. Of course, we are all very much aware as we gather around our tree that someone is missing, but we all try a little harder to make it a happy time and be thankful for what God has given us. My dad died in Feb. 1979, so he never met his last two granddaughters. Today while taking a break from the keyboard, hubby and I set up our live Christmas tree. I walked through the toy aisle at Walmart for a few minutes, and enjoyed the Christmas music playing around me. Ive got two red wagons in the basement that need to be assembled, a red and white striped tinsel Holiday mailbox lit up with a flag that moves posted outside our front door, and a Frosty the Snowman glittering on our garage--and Im luvin it all. Time skates along fast, i.e., the notations in my mothers letters. I believe in capturing all those moments you can because life is never going to stop skating fast for any of us.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Dec 2014 01:16:54 +0000
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