~OUR PRECIOUS SON~
Brandon Kent - 1982
I've shared with you before that I truly have only a handful of regrets in my life and thankfully NONE are serious! That said, and even though this was something totally out of my control, if I regret anything from my own childhood it's that there were not more pictures taken of my siblings and I when we were children. There are only two Christmas pictures that I know of in existence before I became an adult and certainly none were snapped with me and old Mr. Claus...
~OUR GROWING FAMILY~
Brandon and Baby Adrienne
So...is it any wonder that I became a picture-taking-fool when I had children of my own?
I did! I was! I am!
I was one of those crazy-loony mothers who nearly went into a meltdown if she didn't get her kids photo taken at the local Mall at Christmas. Tisk, tisk, tisk if you must, but as I look over the photographs today of my tiny little children my own heart skips a beat...
Oh to relive those days...recapture that innocence!
~MY HOW SANTA HAS CHANGED~
Each picture was worth not only stressing about but totally worth standing in line for! Now that my babies are all grown up I'm thankful I only missed a few years. A couple of times when Adrie was tiny she totally flipped out and would NOT sit on Santa's lap...and so I didn't force her!
~GROWING-UP BEFORE US~
If you want to know the truth these were my happiest days. And it's NOT that I'm not happy now because I certainly am! It's just I loved being 'Momma' to little children and knowing they were safe in their beds at night brought to me peaceful sleep.
~BRANDON - STILL SO TINY~
My children were taught early the true meaning of Christmas. They learned while still very tiny all about the miraculous virgin birth of baby Jesus and His beautiful mother, Mary. They listened eagerly to each Bible story about the Angels and the Bethlehem Star. They were taught of the Three Wise Men from afar and the Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh. And, of course all about the swaddling clothes and how there was no room for them in the Inn~
~A CHICKEN POX CHRISTMAS~
We lovingly tossed in stories of the ever lovely Saint Nick and his American counterpart, Santa. I believed then (as I do now) that the fantasy did them no harm.
The year they caught the dreaded Chicken Pox they were so very ill and we paid our visit to Santa on the last day possible. Their faces were covered with the telltale signs of the condition...thankfully by then they were no longer contagious! Not only did they catch the stuff, but they missed out on their Christmas parties at school as well as the children's program at church directed by my Mr. AGPMan and I.
~MORE BEAUTIFUL EVERY DAY~
The Christmas before we moved into our La Chaumière de Briarwood Adrie lost her front teeth! It took more than a full year for them to grow back in which is why she smiled with her mouth closed in the picture below. Six teeth on the top row were missing at the same time!
~GETTING TOO OLD FOR SANTA?~
I remember well Christmas 1992! I distinctly recall Brandon telling me he was getting too old to sit on Santa's knee. He agreed to ONLY visit him that year because Adrienne 'still believed' and he didn't want her to feel alone!
Sweet big brother!
~SANTA and his WEIRD GLASSES~
This is the Christmas Brandon wouldn't stop laughing at the Mall Santa! As he put it "Mom! That is the dumbest, stupidest looking Santa I've ever seen in my life! No kid is gonna believe he's the real deal!!!"
~A FINAL VISIT TO SANTA~
Saying Goodbye to Mr. Claus
The year Adrienne turned ten years old my children paid their last visit to dear old Santa Claus. Brandon humored me for the last time and tagged along as Adrie smiled for the camera. What I love most about this picture is that at nearly twelve years of age Bran put my feelings and those of his baby sister first.
By now my girl was turning into a real beauty and Bran was no longer a 'little boy'. Sniff....
Now..the thing I miss most about having little children around during the holidays is the constant giggling, laughter and wide-eyed expressions at Christmas. Their childhood days went by far too quickly and they both left me way too soon. I'd live their growing-up years all over again if I could. I miss them and their sweet little faces more than I can say!
Blessings to you as you thank God for them!
Love to you...