The Christmas Miracle

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With Christmas coming up the past few days has got me to thinking of how not only do seasons change but so do our lives.When we were young parents Christmas was so important to me because I wanted my kids to have a good holiday.I know that sounds bad but there is a reason.

My Dad was killed when I was eight years old.He was in a car accident on September 8th,my sister Linette’s birthday.We were sitting at the table getting ready to eat birthday cake when a police officer came knocking on our door.I can’t remember how the whole thing went down but I know they took my mom to my Uncle Ralph and Aunt Charlene’s that lived around the corner because we didn’t have a car for Mom to get to the hospital.We were farmed out to family as my Mom stayed at the hospital with Daddy.He died of head injuries on the 13th of September,my cousin Elaine’s birthday.Some of the things I remember so vividly and some of them are sketchy.Eternal sadness was the worst because our laughing Daddy was never coming back.Reality set in and with it came responsibility shoved on a big sister way to soon.I felt the world change in an instant and took my sisters in my aching heart never to be taken out.As kids are I soon got the new normal down pat and we got to living this hard life.After September came October and no Halloween for us.I think Mom was just used up by then.I can’t imagine having five little girls and no job not driving you stark raving mad.

We went to a little church school and as Christmas came up started to practice for the pageant at church.It was the light of the school year for me and my sisters.We always had a pretty dress and my Mom fixed our hair and had us smelling pretty from our baths.We would come home from church and Santa would have come and left our presents.This year was going to be different I knew because Mom wasn’t acting right.I would hear her crying in her bedroom at night and wonder what was wrong but too scared to go ask her.How I wish I would have went in there now and comforted her.She needed me to hug her now I know.To tell her everything was going to be OK but I never did.

The night of the Christmas program came and we went to church.Mom was so sad I remember and I couldn’t imagine why.After the program was over she packed us up and we went home.Mom was crying.We lived in a big farm house that belonged to my Grandpa Jahr.It had a sun porch that you had to enter before you went into the kitchen.When Mom opened that door she got the biggest surprise of her life.It was stacked from front to back with presents for us.More than we had ever had in our life.I really don’t remember what we got but I remember the look of disbelief on my Mom’s face.

That night we stayed up late playing and it was my old Mom back for a while.I found out many years later that she was crying because she had nothing to give us for Christmas.To this day we don’t know where the presents came from.I wish I knew so I could tell them that as a grandma now I still am thankful for the little girl in myself.That is why I think Christmas is so important to my sisters and me.That picture above is of our little kids that were about the same age as we were when Daddy was taken from us.We never wanted them to feel the sadness of a parent like we did and for the most part most of them haven’t.

What I want to leave you with today is this.Don’t be afraid to do a random act of kindness for someone.I have heard people grumble about so and so not having any money because of this or that,but the little ones are not in charge of the money.They are the innocent in all of it.You never know what kind of a Christmas Miracle you can create at any time of the year.I know the one my sisters and I got that day long ago is something I will never forget.Was it a person or was it something else,a vessel God used,I don’t know,but it is something I will always be thankful for and I will never forget it.

To my Grandkids when they read this after they get older I want you to always remember that giving is a part of growing.Kindness is one of the things that is so important to your Nana.Try not to judge.It is something your Nana has struggled with and if there is anything I want you to remember about me it is that I want to be kind.You already know that I love you now I want you to take it out into the world and pass it on.

Happy Howlidays

santa baby 001 (742x1024)Every year we take the kids to get their picture taken,Brooke usually calls and I want to go along because I am imagining all of these beautiful shots of these gorgeous kids and can’t wait to get there.I think this was the second year of it at the school bazaar.Now just add twins with these two.                   Merry Christmas

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Every year about this time when the kids were little anticipation would be at a frenzy in this house and I know that you are probably thinking it is because of the kids and presents and in a way you are right but not quite.Our baby Alisha was the reason for the frenzy.When she was little everybody was afraid to open her present that she got them,especially Brooke and Mike.A lot of thought went into giving gifts at our house and with my baby Alisha there was no exception.It was usually about a week before Christmas we would head out to the big city and start our shopping.We couldn’t go to soon because our Wheel couldn’t keep a secret.We found that out the year Mike got Brooke hot  rollers and Alisha told before Christmas.I am smiling right now.

Alisha was an impulse shopper of the utmost kind and you never knew what would catch her fancy for some one.I would try to steer her into an appropriate gift but it never worked and I suppose at times I was just exhausted trying to keep up with her.She had the energy of ten kids and I loved watching her decision making even though most of the time I couldn’t believe her choices.There was the year of the sky blue Tweety sweater for Brooke.Now if Brooke would have been maybe six or seven it would have been a great gift but I think she was about sixteen and I knew it wasn’t going to fly but what could I do Alisha thought it was wonderful.A sweater she would love,bought with love in her heart for a big sister she adored and so ugly that I don’t think Brooke could even bring herself to try it on.Then there was the year of the frogs.I mean in foot wear.And matching pjs.She was so excited about this gift to Brooke I remember her holding her hands together with this expression of pure wonderment knowing Brooke was going to go ape for that present.That is all she talked about on the way home.Believe me when I tell you Brooke had a look of something else when she opened it.

Mike,Alisha’s other brother,because that is what he was to her even though he was Brooke’s boyfriend at the time was really the one that got the most ahh unusual presents from her.There was the year of the Chia Pat ,the home made dough ornament that I think got moldy he kept it for so long,and the little dog that he kept in his pick up for years and years.It was one of those that the head was suspended and went up and down when you were going down the road.She thought that was the bomb.She got him tee shirts with ridiculous sayings and boxer shorts in the looks of a tuxedo and Santa outfit.It got so that Mike’s family couldn’t wait for Christmas Day either,not because of the presents but just to find out what he got from our little Leash.

Now my baby is all grown up and her presents are very thoughtful.I saw her give towels to my niece because she needed them and the clothes she gets for people are age appropriate.I miss that little girl more than you will ever know and am thankful for the most wonderful gift that she has given me even though at times I don’t know if she knows it,the chance to have a little Wheel that I didn’t know would be possible.I wanted her even before she was born and I love her no matter what.God Bless you Baby.Love Mom