While I am looking forward to enjoying time with mum, my siblings and their families tomorrow, and of course my daughter discovering presents under the tree, unexpectedly I feel alone, as if a key member is missing. The “we” and “our” in family seems to chime hollowly. Of course Gracie and I are family, but as I see so many families consisting of two parents who love and support each other, providing two sets of hands for their child, I admit to feeling envious, especially at Christmas time.
Gracie is oblivious. She unquestionably accepts “our” family for what it is. She doesn’t perceive a lack. She doesn’t feel she’s missing out.
Seeing her enjoyment qualifies my own melancholy. Christmas is for children. I’ll leave my tears until New Years! 😉

Advertisements