Thursday, December 6, 2012

Worn Out and Christmas Past!

Memory is a very frail thing.
The written word stands for ever.
                        Ghandi


 I imagined this day would eventually come and after a couple of very busy days it arrived. I came home in the dark just after 4 last night, I warmed up some leftovers, laid down for a minute at 5:30 PM and it is now 6 AM, Wow that has never happened before, I guess I really needed that. I will now have to tackle those dishes and things before the sun comes up and I will head back to check those cows. My Hero just let me sleep never worrying about what was done or not. I am happy to tell you Mom and I have been very busy, her tree is up and we had some fun.

I do enjoy time with Mom she has not been feeling very well lately but I know how to get her out of bed. “Will you ice these little cakes for me?” “Sure” she rushes out to the kitchen. I let her work while I drag out the box of decorations and ornaments for the Christmas tree. I knew exactly what the motivation was as I came back into the kitchen and watch her licking the chocolate icing off of the spoon with a big smile on her face. I do believe our roles have now officially been reversed. I remember being caught with an icing spoon and icing on my lips a few times myself.


Mom and I set up the Nativity set that my Mom has set up every year since I was a little kid. I have no idea how long it has been part of our lives. A nice farmer Mom knew a long time ago took it home and replaced the worn roof with real straw from his barn. He did such a nice job. He is now gone but the Nativity set lives on, making my Mom reminisce and share that story over and over. I do enjoy her stories. We talked about all the extra sheep that have accumulated over the years, gifts from the grandchildren, and how crowded the manger was. Her response “Leave them be Baby Jesus and I like them” Enough said.

I hung the stockings that I had made from a couple of old shirts when we were so broke and there was no money for gifts for anyone that first winter My Hero and I lived in that old cold farmhouse during Our Journey, I can not believe that was over 30 years ago now. I remember Mom and Dad acting like that was the best present they had ever received and Dad’s big smile. I wonder to myself if Mom remembers where they came from.


Mom finishes the icing job I tell her there is icing on her chin and she wipes it off, she heads back to bed she is worn out. I reassure her I will finish the tree. I pick up the ornaments one by one out of the box and think of all those Christmas’s past with every ornament on the tree bringing a different memory. The ones that have always been there like the one glass Santa from my Grandmother who lived on the sandy beach, I am amazed it has lasted over 60 years with so many rambunctious kids running around a tree over the years. I hang that glass Santa near the top of the tree safe and secure.

All these happy and sometimes sad memories now being hung on a tree, in a living room, by a lone girl, missing the sounds of those excited children crammed into a very cold old house and that always vocal warning for them to slow down from a very tired worn out yet excited Mom hanging them carefully on a tree long ago. Thanks Mom.

Later

31 comments:

  1. Enough said.

    With a giant hug back to you B.

    xoxo
    Andrea

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  2. What beautiful reflections. I love that you made your own stockings all those years ago.

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  3. oh what cherished memories b! life sure does come full circle....i love the stockings you made...gifts like that are extra special...i wish i had the nativity scene that my mom used to put up in our house while growing up...i don't know what ever happened to it. i have one that i need to glue a wise man or two back together. the twins loved to play with it when they were little and much of it is lost or broken lol...i just put out the good ones and always mean to glue the broken bits together :D

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  4. Old treasured memories keep you company while you are making new ones.

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  5. Yep, tears in my eyes as I read this. Memories like you say are so bittersweet but thank goodness for them.

    Love You, BA

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  6. I love when you post about your mom Buttons. Blessings for you both.

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  7. I loved this post. Wonderful memories, and I just love your relationship with your Mom!

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  8. Your body obviously much needed the long sleep. Glad that your husband let you rest, Buttons.

    You have the traditions of Christmas well taken care of. I bet the tree looks splendid with all of those memories hanging on it:)

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  9. This was really, really touching. I felt like I was standing there living it with you and feeling the emotions you felt. I could see your mom's childish enjoyment of licking the spoon and feel your heavier thoughts as you decorated. Very beautiful post.

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  10. You're blessed to still have your mom to cherish and share this stuff with...take care of yourself too--that "nap" must have been long overdue!

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  11. really beautiful, grace. a big hug to you and your mom, too.

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  12. Ah...Christmas memories...they can bring a smile and a tear.

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  13. What a touching post! I had my mom live with us for 7 years until she passed, I miss all the special times we had together.

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  14. I like that metaphor, B. Hanging memories on a tree. So true:)

    I love those stockings too!

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  15. Such bittersweet memories. Amazing how the roles reverse themselves.

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  16. It is so heartwarming to read your posts about your mom. Your love for her really shines through! :)
    Too many people shuffle mom off to an old folk's home anymore.

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  17. A beautiful post Buttons.
    I hope the sleep did the trick and revitalised you.

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  18. That really says something about your husband, realizing that you must have needed the rest. He knows you well. You have been having some very sweet times with your Mom. She must really appreciate having you near by. Another touching post B.

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  19. another lovely post from you and a post from your heart.

    {{{HUGS}}}

    Gill

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  20. Wonderful post ! Brought back some memories of my own . Hold on to every moment . Have a good day !

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  21. You sure can paint a picture. Your mother is very lucky to have you.

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  22. oh, your stocking are amazing. Buttons you are such an inspiration...

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  23. Memories and change, loving and letting go!

    Sending you an extra big hug today!

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  24. Your posts always touch me deeply and I look forward to every one.

    Hope your rest did you some good!

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  25. Sweet memories B... you're blessed to still have your mom.

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  26. I love your story of memories and hand made stockings and Mother with chocolate on her face. I can hear the children running around the tree with the Santa ornament gently swaying and waiting to be brought out every year for gentle reminiscing. xx

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  27. wonderful memories (and nap)!
    ;)

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  28. So very sweet! I love how your mom was sneaky with the frosting. I love the story about the stockings, too. Touching post!

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  29. what beautiful stockings! it's really beginning to look and feel a lot like christmas:-)

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  30. I totally understand the bittersweet memories. I just went to a family reunion yesterday. I miss miss miss my Aunts and Uncles that used to all be there. Three of them have passed on and it's just hard.
    Does your family live far away? It would be nice to have a family reunion? We have to rent a place for all of us to get together and everyone pitches in a few bucks for the place we rent.

    Cindy Bee

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