This tiny woman gave birth to me. I know.
It occurred to me today that I've seen more Christmases with this woman than with any other single person in my life. (Dad left for Home in February 2010.)
Ken and I celebrated a mini Christmas with Mom today in Lakefield where she lives now. Only the third Christmas of my entire life where an early visit in a very understated few hours actually counts as 'it'. I don't like it. I don't like that she moved away and that it takes 3 hours to get there. I don't like that Christmas is so very different for us now.
But I'm glad she seemed so delighted with her gift - a set of small and delicate porcelain birds, perched on a tree branch. She loves birds. I'm glad we could bring a small centerpiece of Christmas greens to decorate her room for the season. I'm glad we could eat together, even if it was only the 'festive special' at Swiss Chalet. I'm grateful for the time we have, when we have it.
Just....still getting used to it.
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