For many years, I stopped celebrating festive seasons because it was painful reminder that Mabel is no longer around to share in the delightful occasion.
Somehow, the kids grew up and I got around to decorating the house, hosting lunches and making plans, even preparing presents.
When she died, she took a piece of my heart with her, it was never whole again. Food didn't interest me like before. Events doesn't excite me anymore. The kids are the only reason why I even bothered to dress up, because I like seeing Bethany's eyes light up at my styling and grooming. After years of meticulous self care, I'm on autopilot and it doesn't even require huge effort or time. It is thoroughly ingrained in me.
This is the first time the kids will be receiving presents from us so it's a big deal considering my oldest is turning five years old end March next year.
Our actions, spoken or otherwise, does have a ripple effect on the outcomes and happenings around us. Don't be quick to respond, listen a lot before sharing and always end the session on a good note. You truly never know when is the last time you'll ever meet again.
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