They say that the holidays are even more special as you experience them through the eyes of your children. I wonder if that’s why you did all that you did during the holidays?
I wonder if the joy dancing across my face during the holiday season did to your heart what it does to mine when I see the same look in my kiddos?
My memories of the holidays can be summed up in one word: magic.
The lights, the music, the card making, the baking, the church services, the handmade ornaments on the tree . . . all of it was my favorite.
All of it came from you, Mom.
The thing is, nothing about our holidays was perfect, fancy, or put together. In fact, I imagine that much like I do today, you were flying by the seat of your pants to make it what it was.
But gosh, Mom, you did it right.
You focused on the joy, peace, and love that come with the season.
You put the effort in to make us feel so excited and special. It has left a forever stamp on my heart that makes the holidays feel like the most wonderful time of the year.
I want that for my kids, too. So I find myself being a bit more like you this year.
Oohing and ahhing each time we turn on the Christmas tree. Letting the kids decorate as they please. Singing carols all day. Reminding them that this season is all about the love of God and how each of us can show it more to the world. Sitting in and appreciating the simple beauties of the season.
I see it, Mom.
I see their faces light up like mine did . . . because of what you did.
I want you to know that it’s your effort and love that made the holidays so magical for me. And now I have a pretty good idea to do the same for my kids, too.
Thanks for loving us every day all year, but for adding the special ingredient of magic during the holidays. I will never forget the feeling of being with you during this time. I’ll never forget all that you’ve done and continue to do. I’ll never think of the holidays and not see your heart in it.
Thank you, Mom, for giving me the magic that I hope to pass down. The magic that comes from the love of a mama’s heart.