I’ve finished the bulk of my Christmas shopping. Everything that needed to be shipped is on its way.
I have a handful of gifts for Craig and the kids that I have yet to purchase, but other than that, I am done.
But this year, what I bought isn’t what I’m thinking of.
What stands out most in my mind is the one gift that I didn’t buy.
The gift that I would have bought for Craig’s mother.
One of my favorite memories of her was on Christmas two years ago, right after we lost our baby. I felt broken. She and I sat at our dining room table for hours. She soothed and comforted me where necessary, distracted me when she could see that was what I needed most. She told me stories that made me laugh and stories that allowed me to cry.
That conversation was the best gift that she could have given me. Somehow, she knew what I needed most.
There’s a part of me that wants to buy a small gift for her and place it under our tree. Perhaps that could be one of our family traditions…to always place a gift under our tree in remembrance of her.
This post is linked with Stream of Consciousness Sunday at All Things Fadra…