Around this time of year my mom would deck the whole house out with decorations, lights, and the joy of Christmas. There would be an ever lingering scent of sweets that she baked and Christmas music playing through the whole house, even where no one was sitting. She would ask me to play songs for her, wrap presents with her, and help her prepare for the Christmas Eve dinner.
How she managed to do all this? I don't know, but I haven't been able to keep up on these usual traditions. There's just so much around here that seems to be missing.
Today my little sister was telling me how during lunch today she and her friend came back here to boil water to make hot chocolate for REAL team. She told me how she didn't get to eat her packed lunch because of this, but it was okay because her last hour of class was a party in which she ate chips and drank the hot chocolate she made. I listened. I heard her, but meanwhile I was reading an email that my missionary's dad sent me for the week. I was multitasking as I'd been doing all day at work.
Little did I know that she would freak out on me, telling me I wasn't listening "AND NO ONE EVER DOES." She told me this is what she misses the most about mom, having someone to talk to who will listen and respond to her. I was saddened by this. I miss my mom for the same reason, but she said it after telling me I'm a horrible listener, that I'm just like everyone else...
I don't know how they do it, manage to find time to do everything for their children and get everything else done as well.
I'm trying.
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