Last year I was so depressed over the death of my Mother and the demise of almost everything that I had known for so long. The holidays meant a lot to my parents. As some may know they met on Thanksgiving night. My father was an excellent cook and he could put together ANYTHING that's why I can't make rice right or coleslaw or hang a picture correctly. He made his OWN rice-a-roni. Everything was ready before Noon because we was going to Nana and Pop Pop's house AFTER Papa, Granny and Auntie bought us jackpot number 2 because MY PARENTS got us EVERYTHING we could ever want EVERY year NO MATTER what. Granny and Papa bought the cool clothes. Granny got you the gingerbread house from the Pottery Barn her employer, Wanamaker's was her store and Bloomingdale's. Auntie Helen bought the gifts that you couldn't find like my Cabbage Patch twins. OMG THEY HAD A STROLLER. One year Mommy bought me a Barbie doll for every day of the MONTH. THEN Pop Pop gave you MONEY. Ten years old 53 dollars in ones circa 1987 I was rich. At 30 he would give me TWO hundred like it was STILL nothing. Aunt Bean bought me a purple radio and Daniele, Court and I had a radio show "KIM Radio" we got the news for you! Oh the memories. Getting beat because Daddy got grease on the inside of my dollhouse walls putting it together while cooking and I got "KIMMISH" on him and telling Nana and she was like "good" and winking at me and giving me something to eat. Granny and Papa was probably over there too. I met Uncle Sam at the holidays and he asked me about school and my dreams and what I wanted to do with my life. I knew he was a special person even as a child. It was ALWAYS Aunt Colette and I washing the same dishes entrusted with that honor and now those dishes are in my home.
I'm excited this year to celebrate the holidays with my children. I am working on a better me. I'm letting love and light back in. I'm letting go of what I cannot change. Above ALL I'm not letting the opinion of others define who I know I am. I have evolved so much in the last year. My children love me. David worries about me so much. I am FINE. I am resilient. Above all I am putting the tenderness and compassion into myself and my children that I gave others for so long and they didn't appreciate it. That brings joy to MY world.
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