I hope as I look back on my mothering days,
I will remember the vivid details of my home at Christmastime.
I hope to remember the warm meals I planned and prepared on those
cold winter evenings.
I hope I remember the candles I lit at the dinner table,
and the Christmas plates we ate off day after day.
I hope I will remember the music I played loudly in the kitchen,
and the little messes in certain corners of my house.
I hope I will remember the smells and sounds...all of them.
Last night, the whole family supported Jane in her violin Christmas concert
in the school auditorium.
I hope I will remember watching each child praise her
after the concert, along with a hug.
I hope I remember every single second;
the good, the bad, the ugly, the messy, the busy,...all of it.
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