I have always felt sadness when I hear of people who do nothing more than tolerate the month of December. They find no joy in the season and definitely no peace. For whatever reasons, the Christmas season has become something they get through rather than embrace. But these years as Mom's caretaker have given me a new perspective on how hard the season can be for many.
I have always loved the season. I cherish the opportunity to celebrate the birth of my Savior. And I love the traditions that the holiday entails, regardless of their origins. Christmas holds many happy and precious memories for me. And, I suppose that is what makes this situation difficult for me. I know that my daughters won't have the memories of Christmas that I so want to give them. We have been forced to adapt our celebrations of joy to small windows of time and compromises. I want them to remember the bustle of preparations, the anticipation of the holiday and the joy of Christ's birth. I understand that I am leaving them with a different set of memories, I just wish they could be happier.