Mom and Christmas
It’s mother’s day. I just want to tell some story about mine. It’s about her and christmas.
There’re no words can describe how incredible she is.
Christmas was kind of a family celebration. A traditional one with cookies, Christmas decorations, family visit, open house, and happiness.
With her busyness, she still managed to bake many cookies few weeks before Christmas.
As a cookies lover, mom always kept those cookies out from my reach. I would have my full access just few days before Christmas.
I was sure that mom made those cookies not for the guests but for me. She knows how I love those sweet cookies very much!
Mom usually spent few weekends on November-December as baking days. That’s mean my sister and I had to stay home helping her.
Mom had her certain way to make us stay home.
*it’s been almost 2 years without her, it’s still weird to talk about her in past tense.
Over the years she made several kind of cookies and cakes. And I have my personal favorites cookies which caused me to skip meal.
She stopped making Christmas treat since she got the cancer. However, every Christmas she always mentioned how she missed to bake some cakes and cookies.
Our last Christmas together was 2 years ago. She was in huge pain. She even couldn’t come to the Christmas eve service.
A moment before I left her room that night she said, “last year I still went to the Christmas eve service, this year I couldn’t, and next year I’ll be gone.”
I was stacked, sat beside her and said nothing. Tried not to imagine Christmas without her.
It was true, she’s gone about two months after our last Christmas. And even in her pain she still praised God, admired what He had done in her life.
This is the second Christmas without her. She’s out there, happily and painless.
I miss you, mom. Merry Christmas.