For My Mother
“Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before!
What if Christmas, he thought, ...perhaps...means a little bit more!”
― Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas!
Is it too late to celebrate Christmas?
“Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind. To cherish peace and goodwill,
to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas.”
― Calvin Coolidge
Hello Beautiful World!
Happy Wednesday to all. I've decided that it's never too late to celebrate my mother's favorite
time of the year, Christmas.
“Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love.”
― Hamilton Wright Mabie
I go into deep depressions and anger. I truly become the Grinch during the holidays.
Many times I wished that I could just fall asleep during that time and wake up when everything Christmas-related
has been completely cleared out, and no sign of it is left behind.
It is crazy how my mind works, since my mother loved Christmas, and she seemed to always be the happiest
around that time of the year. But really, my mother was always the happiest person I knew,
kind-hearted and so full of love and joy for life that it was hard not to get contagious
by her beautiful soul.
Now, the happy memories of my mother so lovingly celebrating Christmas are bittersweet.
I smile and cry, and cry and smile, and sadly, crying beats the smiles because I know I can
never have her again in my life to celebrate Christmas together.
“Christmas ghosts visit
rearranging emotions
tears waltz among smiles”
― Susie Clevenger
My Steppenwolf tries to cheer me up every Christmas by decorating our home with
lights, poinsettias, and a Christmas tree, among other things. If he plays Christmas music, I mute it, and I learned to ignore all the holiday decor as if it were invisible to me. Every year, he tries to talk me
into opening my heart again to this beautiful holiday and letting the Christmas spirit in, unsuccessfully!
And unsuccessfully, he had been all these years until now. This past Christmas, my husband said something to me that I am sure he has said to me every year, but I had dismissed his words as he was saying them. This time I listened.
"Baby, honor your mother by celebrating Christmas, which she loved so much."
That's all he said, and his words were perfect and enough.
It gave me room to think and fill the rest once I let them into my heart.
They made me think that my mother is in every Christmas light and in every note and lyric of a Christmas song. She smiles through every happy smile on people's faces during the holidays.
My mother is the most alive during the holidays, and she has been waiting for me to continue to
celebrate all Christmases together. So I have decided that in my mother's memory, I will continue to honor her by celebrating Christmas with a full heart of joy and love, for her and the holiday.
Merry Christmas my Virita, my beautiful mother!
“Want to keep Christ in Christmas?
Feed the hungry, clothe the naked, forgive the guilty, welcome the unwanted,
care for the ill, love your enemies, and do unto others as you would have done unto you.”
― Steve Maraboli
Lori Novo
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