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Everyone wishes for a white Christmas; well my family does. We got more than we asked for. The snow fell, and fell, and fell; for days it snowed and snowed. My family started to call and ask if we should post pone Christmas. What? I thought it was ridiculous. Then, Christmas Eve service at church was canceled. The one year I got my mom to agree to go with me, they cancel it. Figures. Despite the snow, Christmas day my family made it to my paternal grandmother’s for our traditional George Christmas.

I’m a nervous passenger as it is, so the ride there was pretty nerve wracking for me. I just had to keep telling myself to breathe and put all my trust in the Lord that he would get us there safely; and He did.

That weekend, as it kept snowing, I wanted to take my mom to her mom’s for our Christmas together and I wasn’t going to let a little snow cause us to miss it. My husband and I loaded the gifts in the car, picked up my mom, and set out on the 45 minute drive there. The roads were terrible, causing my little car to fish tail every once in a while as it hit a slick patch. My mom bit her nails the whole way, while I prayed and took deep breaths. My step-daughter sat quietly and looked at books as if this were a normal trip to Grandma’s house. Every once in awhile I would scream, my husband would yell at me for scaring him, and my mom would chime in defending both of us. I don’t know how she managed that but it always worked. She would make us both feel like we were right and that it was okay for our feelings. We did make it there safely and were greeted by a shocked grandma snowed in for the winter in a nice cozy home full of warm Christmas cheer.

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I know I was not the easiest child growing up. I was very dramatic and emotional giving my parents and other care takers a very hard time. I suppose that’s pretty normal as I turned out just fine. (Cough) Even though my step-daughter is not my blood child, she sure acts like one.

I was battling strep-throat, bronchitis, and a sinus infection all at the same time and not feeling too hot. It was that time of the evening where my step-daughter needed to take a bath and clean her room. She was only 7 and in the first grade, but she was accustomed to this routine. That’s when it all started.

The screaming began and I tried my hardest to ignore it, hoping it would stop like it usually did when she finally realized she wasn’t getting her way. But it didn’t. The screaming kept on for 45 minutes. I had her sit in various places around the house, hoping it would discourage her from screaming if she had to sit somewhere random until she stopped. It didn’t work.

After an hour, I started to get upset. Despite my years of experience working with young children and my education background, I started screaming right back at her. It was more like muffled scratchy sounds from lack of a voice, but I screamed as hard as I could telling her to stop screaming or I was going to lose it. Not my proudest moment.

As the poor child started screaming more, I called my mom in between painful sobs. Upon answering the phone my mom could hear her screaming grandchild and her sobbing daughter on the phone. She rushed right over. My mom gave her a bath and helped her clean her room, while I cried myself to sleep on the couch.

What would the world be like without mothers?

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