I was pregnant with my first child when my mom was first diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer. I remember being scared that she wouldn't be around to meet my son. And then, being worried that the stress over my mom's health would affect the health of my baby (it was my first pregnancy - I could get worried kinda easily). She survived not only to see him born, but to see my second child, too. Then, the worry became if she would live long enough for my kids to be old enough to remember her. That basically became an acceptance that my oldest one probably will and my youngest one might not, but I'm really & truly grateful that they had any time with her at all.
We recently took our kids on a weekend away. On the way home, we drove through towns that I used to vacation with my parents & sister while I was growing up. They are bittersweet memories, knowing we won't make anymore with my mom, but such good ones, too. Times like these, when the holidays are so very magical to kids, were her absolute favorite. Christmas is my favorite time, too. So, we soldier on and make the best of this first big holiday without her.
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