Merry Christmas 2010

from

The Thompson Family

I called my good friend I hadn’t talked to in a while to help me get through the daunting task of washing dishes and we ended up balling on the phone for 20 minutes over her daughter growing up! When my friend took her 12 year old daughter’s phone away, the pre-teen told her mom, “She ruins everything in her life!” And my friend spends the next two hours crying in her basement because her daughter broke her heart for the first time.

At first I was laughing at the comedy of it all. Didn’t she know girls that age are dramatic and over exaggerate everything? And she was bound to grow up someday. So when she started telling about how she must just be emotional over looking through old pictures of her baby girl with Santa and followed by being faced with reality that her kid being more of an emerging adult than an infant, it hit me.

Oh shit, that’s gonna be my baby girl before I know it, crying in the closet cause her boyfriend broke up with her and getting in fights on the bus and becoming boy crazy. I thought about how not half an hour before I had just been holding a fussy Carly in my arms in the light of the Christmas tree, half annoyed at the dish cleaning interruption, when I took a breath and inhaled her baby fresh scent and pressed my face to hers and wanted the moment burnt in time forever because I knew life was racing away with my memories. Moments like that were fleeting. I thanked God and the universe for allowing me to create something so special and I let those dishes sit there for just a while longer.

May my sweet babies always be like this in my hearts and my life....