Dear Mom,
I owe you an apology for not expressing my gratitude for all those Christmases you created for me when I was too young to understand the challenges of motherhood during the holiday season. You dedicated your time, effort, and endless patience to make the season bright—not for yourself, but for your children. I can only imagine that while it required immense work, the joy it brought us was what truly made it worthwhile for you. Our excitement, anticipation, and happiness, coupled with those cherished moments spent together, must have made it all so special.
Even with limited resources, you poured your heart into making Christmas memorable. I didn’t realize how much I appreciated it back then, but now I do.
As I pull out boxes filled with ornaments, decorations, and tangled strings of lights, I reflect on the past. I unpack memories from my childhood while creating new ones with my own children. As I guide them through hanging ornaments, reading recipes, and learning the joy of giving over receiving, I find myself immersed in the spirit of the season.
As I vacuum up pine needles, arrange the nativity scene, and hang stockings, I think of you. As I handle all the shopping, wrapping, and hiding of gifts, I hear echoes of your efforts. I make grocery lists, plan meals, and prepare a feast of treats. I sometimes sigh as my kids’ Christmas lists grow longer and their requests become more numerous. I strive to help them grasp the true essence of Christmas.
As I run errands and answer the endless questions like “Is it Christmas yet?” and “Can we open just one present early?” I recognize all the things you did for me. While I may not always find the joy you seemed to embody, I truly appreciate all of it. I appreciate YOU.
Though I may not have expressed it before, everything you did meant the world to me, and it was more than enough. Thank you, Mom, for the Christmases you gave me. As I create Christmas memories for my children, I will carry your magic with me always.