Having all of my children, including my grandson, under my roof this Thanksgiving has made me more emotional than usual this year, if that is even possible. One, because it is a rare occurrence when your kids are spread all over the place. Schedules almost never line up, so I usually take whatever time I can get with whichever of the kids can come. Two, because this is Mom’s last holiday season. I am already super sensitive with tears nearby at all times. Three, the miracle of a new baby always induces joy-tears.

When I found out all the kids were coming, I decided we would be having Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Hannah’s birthday all at the same time. Happy Merry Thanksbirthmas! The kitchen is decorated for Thanksgiving. The living room is decked out in all things Christmas, including the tree. And Hannah’s bedroom is birthday ready. Christmas dinner is tonight, with birthday pie for dessert. Thanksgiving is on Thursday as usual. How much can I cram in just a few short days? Not sure, but I am trying to soak in every moment, because I don’t know how many years it will be before we can be all together for the holidays again. These are the things to which mothers of adult children adjust.

Last night as we all were hanging out together around the table, I was overcome with gratefulness. To see all my kids happy and thriving is a shot in the arm during an especially poignant time in my life. To see them playfully enjoying one another and cooking together brought tears to my eyes. I had a hard time sleeping because my heart was so full. My cup runneth over. Today is a cold and rainy day. The hiking we had planned to do is canceled, but it is the perfect day for board games and birthday presents. It is the perfect day for Christmas. It is the perfect day to be together…my grateful tears are welcomed and included.

Happy Birthday to Hannah. The one who made me a mom 34 years ago today, and was brought home on Thanksgiving two days later.