It was my daughter’s first Christmas. We were celebrating at my parents’ home; they live six hours away from us. Now, because of the distance between my home and my parents’, my husband and I trade off holidays between my family and his. Since it was my parents’ turn to host us for Christmas, my mother was beyond elated at the opportunity to make the holiday the best one we had all experienced. The house was beautifully decorated. Every meal was meticulously planned. Every i had been dotted and every t was crossed on my mom’s “to do” list. The only thing she needed was for the rest of us to arrive and then all of her hard work, planning and daydreaming about the special holiday would finally come to fruition.
Our first few days were fun. We enjoyed the time together. My oldest son, Brennan, played in the snow … Read More