It’s been two or three days since my kids had any presents to open, and I think they have realized that the cornucopia has finally emptied.
They got so. much. stuff. Oh my goodness.
But they got some great stuff, I must admit. Nothing too violent or huge or lame. They got some clothes.
Some of my presents, however…. yeah, some lameness abounded. My dad’s presents always seem to reflect a strong influence from whomever he is dating that birthday/Christmas. His female companionship of late, let’s call her Linny…. Linny seems to have a great deal of sentimentality coursing through her veins. She is a lovely woman, and in many ways that make my heart smile she reminds me of my mother a lot. It’s been nearly a decade since my mom died so that striking resemblance is very heartwarming, and not at all threatening in a way it might have been 7 or 8 years ago.
And now that the madness has ended, I actually have had time to miss my mom. Since it has been over 9 years since she passed, the memories are fuzzier. In fact, they are starting to be less of “how it was” memories and more of imagining how it could have been, since time has mercilessly marched forward since she died, and she hasn’t been around for her memory to evolve with the lives we have that are so much more different than they were in 1998. Then, I was just starting grad school. I knew my husband, but he was just a boyfriend at that point — a serious boyfriend I’d dated for three years, and we both figured we’d get married, but there was no ring and no firm plans at that point. I certainly didn’t have kids.
And now, having the time to think about it post-madness, I’m sad. I can’t say I miss things the way they were — because the way they were was me single, no kids, no dog, etc. and I like where I am now. I miss what could have been. My mom would have been a wonderful grandmother. She would have doted on my kids, cuddled them incessantly, loved them fiercely, and bragged about them constantly. She was a woman with a big heart and a wealth of kindness, and my kids’ lives would have been enriched to have her around.
So I miss my mom. I miss her laugh, and her smile. I miss the way flicked her middle fingernails with her thumbs when she was thinking. But mostly my heart aches for her love – the unconditional love she had for me, and the love I know she would have had for my children.
At the same time, it is certainly nice to idealize what would have been. Maybe she would have though the extending breastfeeding relationship I have with my kids is weird. Maybe she would pin the blame on me that my daughter is such a night owl (I’m writing this at 1:50 ish in the a.m. because she only fell asleep at 1:30 a.m.). Maybe if she hadn’t died we would have had a big falling-out over something. Maybe if she hadn’t died, she wouldn’t have gotten along with my in-laws and that would have been a big source of tension. So in a way it’s nice that I can imagine that everything to this point would have been hunky-dory, but I have no way to know if it would have been or not.
But that doesn’t change that my mom was awesome, and I loved her immensely, and I miss her with every ounce of my being. I wish she were here.