Happy Holidays: Mom Christine


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Beautiful One…Yes, you! You are so beautiful!

If I could I open the doors to my home to you at this very moment I would. However, we may never meet in person, so please allow me to open my heart fully to you in this moment.

Let’s imagine, you and I, that we are together and it’s Christmas Eve. I hope you like noise and a French bulldog that jumps a lot! I’m a mom and a wife. I have two children, Cheyenne who is 18 and a senior this year, and Athan who is 11. My husband, George, is Greek and quite vocal. You thought I was talking about the kids when I said loud, didn’t you? Don’t worry, you’ll get used to him. We all have. I was the only child of divorced parents, so I’m used to a lot of quiet and alone time.

Tonight we’ll be heading over to George’s uncle’s home. His name is Gus, and he is not really an uncle, but he is extended family, and in a Greek family everyone is your uncle or your aunt. You’ll know when we arrive, because you’ll hear everyone as we pull up. Laughter and loud voices can be heard from outside, and the entire house will be full.

I want you to imagine staying with us. Please enjoy Christmas with us. Imagine a room just for you and I want you to feel that you have a family with us…always…if you will have us. It doesn’t matter to me if you’re LGBTQ and it never will. I promise you that I’ll always support you in your choices and I want to hear your dreams. I promise you that I will always love you and no matter how far you travel, my heart will be with you. For you are beautiful…and now we are connected…forever.

Aunt Tush will greet you with a big warm smile and hug! She’s the kind of woman that everyone just loves and feels so comfortable with. It will take us a while to get in the door because everyone will be excited to meet you. Their home is a magical place, and like Aunt Tush, you’ll feel immediately at home and like you’ll want to stay a very long time.

Food is spread out on several tables. Everyone brings something and we have everything from traditional Greek lamb and treats to vegetarian dishes and salmon that one of the cousins caught in Alaska.

After dinner, Santa comes. The kids, of course, go crazy, but we are just thankful each year that he doesn’t fall down the back slope towards the river as he sneaks his way to the back door. Usually a few adults and older teens take to his lap and tell Santa what they want. Don’t worry, I promise that I won’t post any pictures I take of you on Santa’s lap on Facebook or Instagram.

Soon we have the adult and teen gift exchange. The girls and guys split up and it’s a robust 20 minutes of giving and stealing gifts from each other. The guys all have gag gifts while the girls share gifts that pamper, but we all fight over them the same.

The evening ends with Leo breaking out his bongo and Mark playing his guitar, while we enjoy sweet treats. Heaven!

With love and complete acceptance,

Christine – a mom who would be honored to have you as her own child.


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