Weirdly enough, I am sitting in the recliner, wrapped in a blanket, with the TV on in the background at Gram's house tonight. Yes, it is possible to find a place to plant almost anywhere. She is sitting in a recliner, wrapped in a blanket, and although she is not writing, she seems pretty content. Muffy is a little out of sorts as I think the kitty would like to sit with me, but then she bops to grandma, and she talks a little bit and goes back to sleep. CRAZY CAT!
I remember the day that Grams got Muffy. Dang that was a dark day. Life had really knocked her on her butt. I remember it pretty well although some of the details are a bit fuzzy. I believe that I received an email from Grams and it was evident that she was in a bit of an emotional crisis. It was July. She and grandpa had gotten divorced in June. Grandpa had come while she was at work in the morning and had taken "his" things. By the end of our email conversation, I realized that, although I was swamped at work, Grams needed me more than anything else in my world. I cleared my desk and headed home to moms. Nothing could have prepared me for a couple of things. First, grandma was so relieved when she opened the door and saw me that she started to cry, and literally melted into my arms. I held her for what seemed like a long time and then we made our way into the house. Secondly, it was as though someone had punched me as I walked into my family home and many of the items that were woven into my memory were now gone. I struggled to breath and told grandma to give me a minute as I was in a state of shock. I knew that I would be okay, but not at that particular moment. I cannot imagine what grandma felt when she came home.
We settled in to talk and I listened. She was so lonely and I remember seeing Muffy on Rachel Johnson's Facebook page. Muffy was at Diane's place, and Grams and I called, loaded ourselves up, and headed to Johnson's. There was NO question in either one of our hearts that Muffy WAS supposed to be grandma's kitty. Muffy melted into Gram's as though she had come home . . . and home is where she has stayed ever since! Sigh . . . that was a very special moment. I thank God that I listened to my heart that day and I hope I always take the time to do that. It can make all of the difference in someone's world, even if it is only for that moment in time.
You know what Rah, I really wish that there was a Santa Clause. I wish that there was a magical, mystical man, dressed all in fur, that listened to our wishes, hopes, and dreams for one moment in time making one or two of them come true. Then he could deliver those magical treasures by entering into our homes where we continue to fatten him up with cookies and milk. Sometimes I wish that I was a little kid again dreaming of the mysteries of Christmas. I know that it may sound odd, but as kiddo's we never doubt the magic of the Christmas season. Sigh . . .
This week the kiddos are coming to campus! I CANNOT wait! I love all of the kiddos and their energy, BUT what I love the most is their capacity to believe. Last year we had a totally junky Santa suit, and the fellow that dressed up as the "Man in Red" was pretty scrawny and little. And yet, they all believed that THAT was Santa Clause, that he listened to their Christmas dreams, and that on Christmas morning their wishes might come true. I love Santa day!!!
Tonight I watched The Voice with grandma. They were cutting down from 9 to 4. Grandma got ALL of the choices right. Guess what, she talks to the TV just like I do! I had no clue. Then I started to talk to the computer and together grandma and I were carrying on conversations, not with each other, but rather with electronic devices. HAHAHA. Do you talk to the TV? To the computer?
Tomorrow I will see you for a bit to drop off a little Christmas treat. I am probably the best Santa Clause that a girl could ask for. Remember that!! Some day when you have a little girl or boy, remember that you are never, ever to old for Santa Clause.
I love you most!
Mom
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