Mama I see you, holding your new baby on his first Christmas. Amazed at how Christmas is different with your own sweet boy this year. Holding him close and treasuring these moments.
Mama I see you, chasing your baby girl down the hall, hoping she doesn’t knock over the tree. Watching her bow bob up and down as she wobbles across the floor.
Mama I see you, full of gratitude for what your own mom did for you as a child at Christmas, understanding how hard she must have worked to make it look magical and effortless.
Mama I see you, cooking and planning and decorating, getting out the ornaments, finding the recipes, and lighting the candles.
Mama I see you, exhausted from lack of sleep and knocking out as much of your to-do list as you can. Coming up for air and looking for the peace of Christmas.
Mama I see you, breathing deeply and focusing on what your children need in the midst of extended family and friends.
Mama I see you, picking out Christmas clothes and getting children ready for Christmas concerts, plays, and programs.
Mama I see you, remembering what is most important about Christmas through tears.
Mama I see you, laughing with your friends in the middle of Christmas craziness, thankful for the ones who know you best.
Mama I see you, confused at how one of your children is taller than you this Christmas.
Mama I see you, trying to balance everything, not stopping until you sleep.
Mama I see you, your heart breaking when you think of family who isn’t here this Christmas.
Mama I see you, full of excitement for what your children’s faces will look like Christmas morning. Watching them peek inside their stockings before they pour out everything with contagious giggles.
Mama I see you, watching your children open presents, smiling so big you feel like your heart might explode.
Mama I see you, finally resting, snuggling with your sweet babies.
Mama I see you, remembering that while every Christmas is a little different, you are bringing the beauty of Christmas to your family in 100 ways.
Merry Christmas, Mama!
