I love to flip through memories as a way to relax during this hectic time of year. As I reflect in my essay, There are Stories to be Told, if we don’t capture the myriad memories of our lives by writing them down, they could too easily fade into the distant past and be forever lost. Had I not jotted down the conversation [below] with my youngest son, Noah, eleven-years-old at the time, I may have forgotten it. I stumbled upon this from a past blog and just had to share, again. I hope you get as much of a kick out of it as I have.
Conversation between mother and son, Christmas time
Noah: I want a power scooter for Christmas, and that’s all.
Noah: I want a skateboard for Christmas, and that’s all.
Noah: And I want swords like Tyler and Skyler, and that’s all.
Noah: I want a flashlight and batteries to make it work, and that’s all. That’s all I want for Christmas.
Me: Do you know what I want for Christmas?
Me: I want all my family to be happy.
Noah: *rolls eyes*
Me: And I want tickets to see Bruce Springsteen, and tickets to see Keith Urban, and tickets to see the Tennessee Vols play football, and a new car, and someone to remodel my house, and a new wardrobe and a make-up artist, and a hair dresser, and a new bathroom, and a mud pit, and…
Noah: I’m sorry, I don’t want to listen anymore.
Me: But I didn’t say that to you.
Noah: That’s because I was done!
During that same time, in 2010, I wrote a Friday Flash inspired by something my oldest son had said when he was four-years-old. I hope you get a chance to sit back, relax and enjoy the story Christmas is Over!, on my former fiction site The Other Side of Deanna, here.
I wish you all a blessed Christmas and fantastic New Year!
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