I get them every year, those darn Christmas blues, but this year it seems worse than others. I want so much for my children and I don’t just mean ‘stuff’. I want a real home. I want a real family life. I want a real chance to be a better Mom than I have been.
Why is it that this time of year I go through this? I guess it’s because we look into the eyes of these innocent children and see the wonder of life and Christmas glowing in them. Then we go look in the mirror and see the disenchantment in our own eyes knowing that the world is not a box of cherries. I don’t know about you but I long for that love and innocence again and want it to stay in my children’s eyes.
I know that a time will come when they don’t believe in Santa anymore or the magic of Christmas but I just don’t want them to look through the eyes of disenchantment at me ever. I want them to always see the wonder of a world of possibilities for them.
