Dec 20, 2009

Originally published December 2007.

A couple of years ago, we had just moved to the cabin. Our home was a disaster, and we’d barely finished the addition before the snow flew. As Christmas approached, I had little energy to even find the kitchen countertop, let alone decorate for the holidays. Let’s just say those weren’t the best months of my life.

I remember a weekend when I had a burst of Christmas spirit and I cleaned the kitchen just enough to make some cookies with the kids. When I finally located the hand mixer, I searched in a panic to find the rotary whisks that you insert into the mixer.

I could only find one.

We managed to bake the cookies, even with just the single whisk. And when six-year-old Craig wrote his annual email to Santa, he included a sweet and generous addendum:

“And could you please give my mom a mixer?”

On Christmas morning, we all experienced the excitement every young family anticipates — the rush up the stairs and the noisy rousing of Mom and Dad from their bed. But the first gift Craig looked for, and the first one that was opened, was the one marked, “Mom”.

If it’s possible to fall in love with your six-year-old, it may have happened for me that morning.

Merry Christmas everyone!

 



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