It’s hard to believe how time can fly by so quickly. Another season is about to change while life seems to be puttering by without any major change happening in my life. The beginning school months have come and gone and the Christmas season is upon us.
As a teacher, August is a whirl of activity preparing for the new school year as summer fades away. September seems to drag its feet as new routines are taught and carried out. I become more accustomed to early mornings and working on lessons to be taught and the preparation that is involved seems endless. Summer, now is only a sweet memory, and the next significant time off from school is the Thanksgiving break, which looms off in the distance. I swear September and May are the longest months in a teacher’s life!
However, September finally lumbers away. October, with the anticipation of Autumn activities, moves much faster. Routines are now established and the classroom runs more efficiently, and maybe I have gotten used to those early mornings.
November arrives and the week of vacation beckons for the Thanksgiving holiday. Counting down the days in anticipation, makes the weeks fly by. Finally, the Friday before Thanksgiving came and joyously staff and students left the building, knowing how quickly nine days will fly by with activities.
For myself, I looked forward to staying up late and sleeping in without an alarm to prod me out of bed. I love to watch morning television shows and laze around without any specific task to move me out of the house.
Just as promised, the days moved like The Flash on a mission and school started again.
Smiling, the Christmas break draws near. Which brings me back to today. Tomorrow is December 1st! Fifteen days to our next extended break.
December… a month I get through. With it brings all sorts of memories; happy and sad. We’ve had the normal family Christmases and those sweet moments linger in my mind.
A little blond, Cam, singing carols in front of the Christmas tree. The joy of his face when he got a bike or a train, and then when older, an XBox. The passing out of presents and watching one person at a time open them, watching with slow smiles as the gift was received. Hardly ever being able to surprise John with an unknown gift because…One, I have trouble picking out a gift. Two because John and Cameron (had) have an uncanny ability to guess what I bought by shaking the gift! So it was rare that I actually surprised those two.
My favorite memories; eating Christmas dinner with his family with all the noise and teasing going back and forth. After dinner, the gifts and cards were passed out. The Christmas card always contained a crisp fifty dollar bill from his parents and afterward, we’d go back to the kitchen for dessert.
I try to remember those sweet memories more than the shattering Christmas week that brought the grief. It’s hard to believe that this year will be nine years since I held his hand and said goodbye. Missing never stops, but with time comes healing. The new normal becomes regular life and with God’s help, I learn to count my blessings because I do have joy in my life.
This year, I won’t be here to visit the graveside. I’m heading to see Cam in NYC. My ticket is bought and I’m anticipating spending time with him and seeing the city in all of its Christmas splendor. Having plans does have a way of brightening the immediate future.
My tree is up and I don’t expect to have gifts under it, but I’m enjoying the twinkling lights and the memories of the ornaments on it as I count down the days until the break. I’m smiling and listening to Christmas music and December is coming.