I’m so happy to welcome you into our home this holiday. The holiday season is upon us and the world is beginning the hustle and bustle that usually comes with the season. Our house will be a little more low key than many. I hope you appreciate a place of quiet refuge where you are free to be yourself.
Today is a day of preparation. You can join in the activity, or sit quietly with a cup of warm tea and watch. I will be baking cookies (I hope you like peanut butter cookies fresh from the oven!) and peach muffins. Hopefully by the end of our day, there will be some left to put in the freezer for the coming days.
Others will visit today. They are friends of your Holiday Brother and all young people like you – but all feel at home here. I treat them as I treat you; you may lounge around, playing video games or listening to loud music. Just don’t complain if I dance! And beware that if I need something carried I will ask you to help out, just as I ask the others that are here.
Even as others come and go, the kitchen is always a place to sit and relax. Video games may be blaring from the living room’s T.V. (why do the voices all sound so mechanical?). The crazy dogs bark every time a new young adult comes in or exits the house. The family room couch is occupied by two kids (to me they are kids) that I think are a couple but they aren’t talking to each other, or looking at each other. Both are on a laptop playing a game with friends in another state. Such is life in our home, but I see a smile on your face and know that you are enjoying yourself and feel like you fit right in.
I’m glad you are fitting in. I see you reaching down to pet Kain, one of the Boxers. I forgot to warn you that Karma, his sister, will get jealous and come drool on you! She seems to know it is a sure-fire way to get attention. Much like a toddler, she doesn’t care if it is “good” attention” or “not-so-good” attention! Both Kain and Karma just want to be the center of the action here.
As the night settles down, the others begin to leave. Stay awhile longer, snuggle under a fuzzy blanket on the couch with Kain at your side and have one more muffin. I will tell you a story to keep your heart warm. It is a story of the unconditional love of your Holiday Mom to you. It is the story of being welcomed with open arms into a bear hug. It is the story of knowing you are help up and strengthened by this love.
I love you Holiday Child.
Maggie, Your Holiday Mom