‘Twas the Night Before Christmas


Christmas Eve.

Nic asked me to wake him up this morning, so before I left for work I did just that and was rewarded with a tired hug.

For a moment – a fleeting moment – as I looked at his sleepy face and disheveled hair, I saw my boy.

It’s so odd.

So different.

Gone are the Christmas Eves peppered with ‘Can I open just one??’

Gone are the cookies and milk for Santa.

No more waiting for him to be asleep before tip toeing to his stocking.

No more biting carrots for reindeer and leaving remnants on the porch.

No more sprinkling glitter by a fireplace – leaving footprints in the carpet.

I miss that.

I miss wrapping Lego and Pokemon.

I miss small pajamas.

I miss the smell of his freshly washed hair – of “1,2, threeeee!” As I picked him up, wrapped in an impossibly big towel, out of the tub.

I miss story time and his heavy lids – minty yawns and ‘See you in the morning!’

Today I miss my boy.

But am oh so grateful for the young man who is my son this Christmas Eve.

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About debaucherysoup

I've traveled 4 continents, affording me experiences and adventures to last a lifetime. Most important was the exposure to other cultures, beliefs and lifestyles. I'm also mom to one of the most amazing human beings I know.

Posted on December 24, 2013, in Gratitude, Motherhood, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. I miss him too!!! I miss watching ice skating….what did he use to say? Leap and twirl?
    My boys are gonna grow up!!
    Merry Christmas ArmandA hammer!! Xoxoxooxoxoxooxoxoxooxoxooxooxoxoxooxoxoxoxooxoxoxooxoxoxooxoxozozozoozoz

  2. This is beautiful, isn’t he a handsome fellow though? A darling boy, becomes a handsome young man! I am happy for you, you have this!! 🙂

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