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Twelve Days of Christmas

Mary’s Boy Child. And Mine.

On the first day of Christmas,

all my Mum pieces melted into puddles of sun.

It was the boy child who did it.

‘Mummy!’ he shouted, the moment he saw me smiling

from my place in the front row…

where I simply had to be.

Because

I mean

how could I be anywhere but the front row when it comes to matters of him.

How proud I was of my precious little

camel.

Yep.

Bet you didn’t know there were camels at the birth of Jesus.

Well. You do now.

And today, at kinder, my little boy was one of them.

Today, for the billionth time since he became mine…

I loved that little boy.

And he, well—

He was a camel.

A camel who clung to his Mummy, so happy she came.

It was a good day, today,

this very first day of Christmas.

Yeah.

It was a really,

really

good day.

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By brookejcutler

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

5 replies on “Mary’s Boy Child. And Mine.”

Aww. Jonathan! xx You’re welcome to live vicariously through me. You probably want me to keep the days when I lose half a head of hair, though.☺️Kids, huh. Such a mixed bag. x

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Oh, Kat. It was just the most precious thing. xxx Of course I got teary SEVERAL times. ha ha ha. Oh well, I’m THAT Mum. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. 🙂 xxx

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I look forward to my kids going to school and putting on shows, but I have a feeling I’ll be just like you. The smallest things make me tear up, but I like to think it’s just that the moment is so beautiful that it merits recognition. Besides, there’s nothing better than being proud of our children and letting that show. So, I’ll be tearing up right beside you.

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