The 12 Days Of Christmas

Christmas has always been my favorite time of year. Holiday parties, family get togethers, trimming the tree, going to look at the beautifully decorated houses, sipping hot cidar with friends and last but certainly not the least, the reason for the season: Celebrating the birth of Christ!

Then came 1985. B-man was born 12 days before Christmas and suddenly I understood, more clearly than ever, what the magic of Christmas was all about. For now that I had a son who might not live to see more Christmases, I began my journey through joy. I made memories, I marveled at his every accomplishment, I took pictures of simple daily life so that I could one day look back and say, "Bryan was here, he lived, he played, he laughed, he was loved." Now that I am facing my first Christmas without my beautiful little boy, I am finding myself drawn to those photos. I miss his silly, low belly laugh that caused me to disolve in giggles evey time I heard it. I miss his bright eyes and sweet smile. I miss cuddling with him at night before bedtime. I miss it all, even the bad times spent in the hospital wondering if he would, once again, defy medical reasoning and make a full recovery. As bad I as miss him I don't, however, wish him back. He is spending his first Christmas with the Reason Himself, Christ. That is cause for celebration.

So as B-man's 25th birthday looms ahead tomorrow, I will be happy for him and hold dear each and evey one of the 24 years I was given with him. I will remember the times he pulled my hair, the many spit wads I wore, the bedtime and morning cuddles, the smiles, the tears, the laughter, the fears, the illnesses, the bowling medals, the pride as I watched him ride Shandy for the first time, the way he grabbed my face to see his reflection in my sunglasses. I will remember the way he methodically pulled each toy out of his toybox looking for just the right one and when he found it, the way he held it to his mouth so he could feel the vibration of the music. I will remember the first time I saw him so tiny and ill and I will remember the last time I saw him, so small and still. And yet, I will be happy because he now lives with his Father and one day I will see him again.

Yes, Christmas is a time to celebrate all that is and was and ever will be...because of Christ.