My mom had been giving me the cold shoulder. I could tell that she was mad at me because I didn’t seem to want anything to do with Christmas. That’s not entirely untrue. But yesterday, I dragged my brother to the mall to get some last minute presents for our parents. After we came back, I could feel that the tension between my mom and me was gone…
Digression: After I drove back home from the mall, my brother and I hastened to hide the presents in my old room. He said he didn’t know how to wrap presents and went to his room. I thought about my big sister. How many times my brother and I left the heavy stuff to her, thinking that she’d take care of it. Oh, she’ll handle it. I thought about how different this Christmas would have been if she were here. My sister, no doubt, would have gotten mom’s and dad’s presents two weeks ago. Everything wrapped and ready underneath the tree. Mom would have had no reason to be angry with me because my sister would have motivated me to action through guilt, or bribery, or her plain and simple charm. Everything would have been different if she were here and everything is different because she is not. There’s no big sister but me under this roof to “take care of it.” I really ought to try harder. More on this some other time.
…And I felt better. Went to sleep feeling better and woke up that way, too.
Today, I am determined to be anybody but Scrooge. Tomorrow, I may assume my usual sourpuss.