It happens every year. One would think I would prepare for the inevitable melt down. But somehow I find myself surprised and unprepared for my attitude and actions.
The Christmas season has arrived and with it comes another anniversary of my mom's death. It always takes me a few days to sort through my emotions and greet the upcoming events with happiness.
I owe my family an apology because while they decorated the tree I hid in my bed. My husband and daughter built a box to put the tree on so it would be a taller tree. It truly upset me. Sure, I think the tree looks silly raised 2 feet off the floor. But I also remember a time my mom put a Christmas tree on a table to keep my younger brothers Daniel and Ben from pulling off the ornaments. A memory forgotten.
I need to process the emotions, change my attitude, and make it through another Christmas.