Is Christmas over for you?
Not for me. My son and his family are still visiting, so Christmas will last until Sunday when they leave. Then the house will look empty. A big lump will lodge in my throat as I go from room to room and pick up a forgotten toy.
I go through the same feelings, year after year. So happy before they come. Call it expectation. So busy while they are here. Working non stop to cook, set a table, clean, play with the kids, help with the bath, take them to the pool. A dotting grandmother who adores her little ones. They know it. And they come one by one to whisper in my ear: “I’m your favorite, right?” And I always answer, “Of course.”
Once they leave, I spend the day cleaning, putting back everything in place. Only then, when my house is back to its usual shape will I lose the lump and try to breathe better and reassure myself. They are with their parents, with their friends, going back to school, to their games.
Time to go back to my writing, to my life with my husband, my dear companion. Time to continue and finish the sequel of Christmas Babies.
A heartwarming holiday story, set in South Florida.
Dedicated to her patients, the serious Dr. Madelyn Ramsay never had time for fun. An unexpected health problem jolts her into the realization that there’s more to life than just work. She longs to surrender to the magic of Christmas.
But can she handle the charming and secretive Dr. Nick Preston who carries his own package of disillusions? Can she allow two newborn twins to worm their way into her
heart?
Authors of Main Street 
Mona, your enjoyment of your family is in every word you write. I had a full house here too this year. We were 18 for Christmas Day dinner.
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I definitely identify with that big lump in the throat syndrome. I smile and wave and hope the kids don’t see the tears misting my vision. Takes me a couple of days to get over the separation anxiety and get on with life. Happy New Year!
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Hi Joan, that’s what I’ve been doing today. Hiding the tears as I won’t see them for at least four months.
Happy New Year to all our friends here on Main Street.
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Hi Jill, I’ve tried to post picture but wordpress didn’t take them. They were so cute my four little ones.
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Was it too big?
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Maybe. 250 kb.
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That should have been fine. Sorry it didn’t go, I bet the little ones were adorable.
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Mona, I understand your feelings. Hope you can visit them soon. This will be the first year we won’t spend New Year’s Eve with my son and his family. I’m terribly upset, but they’ll be over New Year’s Day for ballgames and dinner. Happy New Year!
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Hi Carol, as long as you can see your son and his family, New Year’s Eve or Day, it’s good time spent together. I still have my kids today. Tomorrow they’ll be gone and I’ll start writing like a possessed writer to keep my mind busy and sane. Writing is my therapy.
Happy New Year.
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Dear Mona, an empty house is strange and painful in its stark contrast to the hustle and bustle getting ready and keeping picked up. I thought I appreciated this. I didn’t until this year. I hope your time with your family was wonderful and every moment to come is even more so. My writing has been put on slow-motion-holiday these last two weeks. I’m looking forward to getting full days done again. Happy writing.
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Hi Leigh, writing will always be waiting. The family doesn’t. They come and go so quickly, and the little ones grow too fast too. Happy New Year.
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