To My Dear Holiday Child,
There is always room in my heart and home for you.
As a child, I would help my grandmother set the holiday table, and there was always one more place setting than the number of people expected to come. I once asked my grandmother why we did this, and she told me a story:
“Your great-great grandfather ran the stagecoach from the city through the hill towns all year round. Great-Great Grandmother ran a boarding house for travelers and roomers. During the holidays, some people traveled long ways to get to their families, but sometimes, the weather was so bad they would have to stay at the rooming house on a holiday instead of being with their families. Your grandmother would always welcome them as they came through the door like they were a part of our family. She would spend the winter before spinning yarn and knitting mittens, socks, and scarfs. Always making extra in different sizes so if anyone was without their family and gifts, they would have a gift under the tree on Christmas morning just like the rest of the family. As a tradition, now we too always have an extra place setting at our holiday table, and I do the extra gifts, just in case… for that special person we may be blessed to share our holiday with.”
Now I also add an extra place setting and make something a little extra for that special guest who may be invited because there is no one else for them to share their holidays with or just because they have shown up. This special person is you this year, my sweet Adopted Child. It matters not to me your age, sex, race, color, sexual preference or gender orientation. You are loved, and will be welcomed just like family into my home, at my table. We’ll share laughter, stories, good food and exchange special gifts from my heart to yours.
I’m not one to have much to say but it’s important to tell you that you are welcomed, loved, honored, and cherished by me as a part of my family. If you need to chat privately, as my children have done throughout the years, the best time to catch me is in the kitchen preparing the meal. You will surely be given a task to help as we talk, and the rest of the family knows it’s your time with me and will respect our little chat. I’ll share lots of hugs as needed and you may even have flour on you when I’m done, but we’ll clean it up just as I have in the past.
I’m proud of you for all the courage you have for being who you truly are despite the challenges you have faced. It’s an honor to be your Adopted Mom this holiday season and call you my child. By the way, I even call my 39-year-old my child, so that’s just how it is.
Blessings to your continued courage and strength now and throughout your life as you find that special partner and build holiday traditions of your own. I know you are here to change the world in a good way, and I stand by you as you and others just like you do just that!
Much love and big hugs to you sweet child,