Amazingly, not everyone blogs!
So for those who don’t and matter, here is a Christmas hello.
To the long-suffering Him Indoors. We have not had the easiest of years which means I have ranted quite a lot, being quite illogical on many occasions and given you a hard time when others were doing the same. We have also laughed and loved a lot as we do. I do appreciate you travelling thousands of miles to try and find work. I admire you for seeing the GP. Remember that Mum said there was a Jack for every Jill and God made kippers and he paired them. I rest my case. Have a lovely Christmas and we will overcome in the New Year.
To my oldest son. I know the year started badly for you. I worried so much that you would not come back you felt when your Granddad passed away. It was a shock to me to see you struggling and acting up at school. Our highlight has to be our trip to America. I don’t think you believed you were really going until you saw your passport arrive. I remember how you said you would let your brother or sister take your place. That takes some doing when Disneyland and the other theme parks are on offer. We did America together and overcame a lot of fears. I think this experience strengthened both of us. It was lovely to have one-on-one time with you. America somehow put you back together again and you returned to excel again at school. You remain my sweet and sensitive soul with the odd teenage strop thrown in for good measure which is as it should be as you cut the apron strings. By the way Santa does exist and don’t you forget it! Christmas magic made you seize mistletoe and kiss me right in the high street – how blessed am I to have a teenage son who does that?!
To my beautiful daughter with a style all of her own. This was the year where you faced your fears on your first trip away from home. It terrified me seeing you walk away and I know you came back a very changed girl. I am so proud how you tackled the challenges. You are growing up but you still have that belief in magic so Christmas is a lovely time for you. You are very much your grandma’s legacy with your feisty spirit and ability to make a party out of nothing. You don’t believe in God so no doubt you have caused your grandma to spin quite a bit. I got a shock this year when I saw you and a boy together. You were only talking but flirting might fit better. Seems you are growing up and the boys are starting to notice. Just remember what I told you from birth my dear but I will always be here if you hit a crisis.
To my youngest son who remains my full on bright and comic character. As you get older, your sweet side is coming out more and more. You seem to understand things far beyond your years. I guess the big highlight of the year for you was being filmed in promotional videos for two big companies. You tacked it without nerves and did an amazing job. I will never forget those days. How I wish I had your innate self-belief. Your morning cuddles keep me going every day. I know you will be fine. You are a survivor.
To my brother who has given amazing emotional and financial support in our current predicament. It has kept us going. Not many people dig into their own pockets to lend support and we really appreciate it. Here’s to Boxing Day together. Continuing Mum’s family tradition of a big spread the day after the Big Day.
To that woman in Dewsbury who remains one of the most inspirational people I have ever met. One of those who does not quite feel how special she is. Those around her know it. Hope to meet again in 2014. You are the very type of woman who should get an award but probably never will.
To someone who I felt I lost at 11 but is back in my life via Facebook. I love seeing how your life turned out and the family you have built.
To the lady in France who I sense could have been a great friend if only we had given each other a chance back in the day. We connect now and I value that.
To an amazing lady who does such good work every day and who offered to babysit my children when I went to be breast clinic. We have not seen each other since school days and were not close then. That offer was amazingly generous. Thanks for your support and gentle guidance via Facebook. We may get to meet again one day.
To the good guy in Australia who recently convinced me that it is always worth giving people a second chance even if they have hurt you. You are a better soul than me and I have learned from you and taken action as a result.
To H who will know why. Wishing you and that amazingly close-knit family of yours a very Happy Christmas.
To the Professor. I am calling you that to impress my readers of course. You are always there when it matters. I value a friendship that seems to have developed long after we didn’t say goodbye to each other. If we ever meet, I will of course run away but you matter and on occasion get me through the day.
To Paula, my old mate from college days. I know I don’t write enough. I will. After all, you are the only nun friend I have and if a time was needed for prayers, this is probably it. You took a course that I could not fully understand. I miss our nights of chocolate digestives, Peak Practice and magazine quizzes. You are happy. That makes me content.
To Glenys who I worked with in my first full-time job. I love how you don’t coax me or pussy-foot around me. A lot do but those who are firm with me always do me so much good. You are amazing in so many ways. Carlisle seems like another life-time.
To H who has to face life as a young woman without her husband. I hate the injustice of that. I love how you acknowledge your bond so often in a public way. I take my hat off to you for keeping going and giving that little girl a wonderful life. You were so kind to me, one of the good guys and that makes what happened to you even more rotten.
To M who is having a hard time. I don’t know the details. I hope you know people care and that I am only ever an email or message away. I knew you were special and talented very soon after we met. Dig deep, seek support and overcome whatever poo-poo type stuff is in your life right now.
To C who I think could have been a very good friend had I stuck round a bit longer. You say the right things at the right times. You remind me I am OK and sometimes quite wonderful. I remember you saying I was already a writer when I did not see that clearly. That is so generous of you and wish you and yours well.
To all the people I would love to have back in my life – A, C, R and J from college amongst others You never know – life is strange with its twist and turns.
To old school-friends who I have accepted as Facebook friends with a degree of caution – we will see how that turns out. Very pleased to have Sammy back in my world.
I will, almost inevitably, have forgotten someone who is amazing and very important.
It is good to remember how blessed I am with the people I know or have known.
To my half-siblings who I have never met. The breast lump made me think we should really meet. 2014 could be that special year.
To my birth mum – you have made what looks like an amazing family. Happy Christmas!
Special mention for Mum and Dad who made me Christmases so very special. I miss you so much. I do daft stuff like buying stuff that reminds me of something of the essence of you. Little ornaments of sailors and a plastic tub with a blue lid and baking stuff. Christmas will never be the same but you taught me the true meaning of it and to make special memories. Wish you would tumble in with too many gifts and bags of sweets. Wish Mum would order Dad back to the car boot to get yet more stuff. Thanks Mum for ensuring I cooked for you on your very last Christmas and for telling me at that time that I must write. It has been such a journey and it hurts that you did not live to see it. Dad – I miss you every day. I remember how much you loved Christmas particularly the eating bit and the sorting everything out bit. You loved me, you believed in me and one day I will make you so proud. That’s a Christmas promise with love from me to you.
Merry Christmas to all those I love or have loved. You are all very special.