A babe in a cave.
Hope for the world.
Love. Peace. Joy.
The gift of the Christ child.
Merry Christmas from my family to your’s.
This Christmas I chose to forgo the lights and the ornaments and instead put together scrap, photo books for each of my kids; Rosie and Zach.
It was an emotional journey. Sitting on the floor with boxes of old photo’s I remembered my first tender moments cradling them in my arms.
Their first steps, their first words, the first day of school…So many firsts. And of course 21 years ago- I didn’t have a clue as to what was in front of me. And had I known , who knows if I would have had the courage to make the journey. I had no idea how to be a mother. My own mother was dead and I had never graduated from babysitting school..But somehow I ‘believed’ it was possible and set out to do it.
These books were intended to be gifts to my kids. Well funny thing is, they ended up being a gift to me. A gift of healing. Bit by bit the project, books took me to places I’d locked away. A part of the past I was unable to celebrate, a part of the past I refused to celebrate.
The photo’s took me down paths I’d been afraid to remember. I felt old feelings. The sounds of yesterday whispered in my ear. I remembered. I cried. And I cried. I laughed. And I laughed from my belly.
And slowly my heart opened. Joy returned.I forgave myself for mistakes, I’ve refused to forgive myself for. I celebrated my 2 kids and honored their incredibleness. And I got on my knees and thanked God for knowing what I truly needed this Christmas; healing, forgiveness and joy.
And there is love…and this my friend is the greatest GIFT of all!