I’d like to start by greeting you the same way I greet your two Holiday Sisters, Lindzy and Lyssa, almost every morning when they wake up. HelloOoOoOoOoOoOo Beautiful Faces!!!!!!!!!! I hope that you slept well. I hope you had good dreams and I would love to hear all about them! This is a routine we go through almost every morning, especially during the school weeks. We have our mornin’ lovins, talk about our dreams good or bad, and I have my coffee while they have something we call ‘coffeemilk’. A splash of coffee, a little creamer and the rest milk. Your Holiday Mom loves coffee! Imagine warm pajamas, mugs in hands, talking about purple elephants or flying houses. Your Holiday Sisters are 7 and 3, so their dreams are wondrous and amazing. Tell me about your dreams, my Holiday Child. After our mornin’ lovins we hustle to get ready.
I hope you’re ready to spend Thanksgiving with us! I’m from a divorced family, so we have quite a few houses we go to on Thanksgiving. We’ll start with my father and stepmother’s. Lovie and Pawpaw, as your Holiday Sisters call them, are hilarious. They play fight and bicker the entire time. Pawpaw will be outside, deep frying the turkey, and Lovie will be inside running around like a mad woman. She won’t remember where she set down anything! Her glasses will be on top of her head and she will be yelling ‘Courtney Brook I can’t find my glasses! I can’t find my phone! I can’t find anything I’m losing my mind!’ Pawpaw will come in and say ‘What is all this shouting about?’ And that is usually our clue to playfully mimic Lovie and say ‘I can’t find anything I’m losing my mind!’ Then Lovie threatens to swat all of our behinds with a wooden spoon. And everyone laughs and hugs one another.
The house is filled with the sounds of laughter and playful bickering and light teasing. After we eat a little(yes a little…remember we have other places to visit) we hug everyone and tell them we love them and we head to Nana and Pawpaw Bob’s. Now Nana and Pawpaw Bob are my stepfather’s parents. When we walk in the first thing you’ll smell is Nana’s gumbo. Pawpaw Bob will hug all of us and tell us all we’ve grown a foot since the last time he saw us. Even me. I should be 70 feet tall by now, according to how many feet I’ve grown every time I see him!!!!! We’ll all have a cup or bowl of gumbo. Nana is a mother hen, so she will fuss over you and your sisters A LOT!!!! Be prepared for a hundred and one questions. Also I will be told I’m too skinny(I’m a solid size 18) and we will be sent off with about a gallon or so of gumbo. You’re probably thinking its time for us to go home, right? Well you’re wrong.
Now we go to my Mother and Stepfather’s, who live just across the street from my mother’s parents. There GrammieLou(my mother) and Poppa(my stepfather) will smother us with hugs and shower us with kisses. Poppa will split the gallon of Nana’s gumbo with me so he can have some for later so now we only have a half gallon to take home. GrammieLou will probably ask the same questions everyone has asked at the two previous houses. Then we will all walk across the street to Mimi and Papaws. I know you’re probably thinking ‘more food?!?!?’ YES!!!! More food!!!! More hugs!!!! More kisses!!!!! More QUESTIONS!!!!! Everyone loves you, my wonderful Holiday Child. Everyone accepts you for exactly who you are. You’re one of us, and we love deeply and protect fiercely.
I want you to know that there’s nothing you could do or say that would make me stop loving you. I am your mother and I will always be here for you, no matter what. There’s nothing we can’t talking about. There isn’t anything you can’t ask me. Nothing will change the way I feel for you. I may not have had the joy of feeling you grow inside my body, but I have the joy of feeling my love for you grow inside my heart. I want you to remember that no matter what happens, no matter what anyone says to you I LOVE YOU! From the top of your head to your toes, I love you my sweet angel. Whenever things get rough I want you to think about laying in my bed with your sisters and all of us cuddling like a big pile of puppies. Think about time just you and I share, where we can speak freely because little ears aren’t listening. You and your sisters are the best part of my life. I will always be here for you, my precious Holiday Child.
And now I’ll close this with your sisters favorite song they like me to sing. Whenever they’re hurt, or sick, or sad, or having problems sleeping I sing this song to them
L- is for the way you look at me
O- is for the only one I see
V- is very very extraordinary
E- is even more than anyone that you adore
And love is all that I can give to you
It’s part of a Nat King Cole song but I’ve sort of made it fit for motherhood. I love you, Holiday Child. Always always know that.
Your Holiday Mom,