Divorce and the Box in the Station Wagon
December One Thing Thursdays
One Thing Thursdays on Family:Story:Legacy are where guest bloggers test their storytelling mettle by turning a partial sentence into a story of 300 words or fewer. December’s “One Thing Thursdays” begin with this statement:
One thing I will always treasure about a particular Christmas is…
Links to the first two December One Thing Thursdays are below.
Today’s perspective of Christmas is one that far too many people must consider. Divorce and the subsequent effects on children become heightened at this time of year. Custody agreements affect where and with whom children spend Christmas. Divorce affects children in ways that they may not express for years to come. This week’s One Thing Christmas treasure is set amidst the chaos of a recent divorce. What came out of that Christmas was a story of love that has been told…and re-told…and has affected generations.
Please welcome Heather Myrick…
Heather if a very gifted writer who writes (way too infrequently, if you ask me) under her favorite nickname, Heathalee, at Butterfly Genes, a blog about anything and everything. Memories of her mother have been at the top of Heather’s mind since losing her to breast cancer in 2010. She hopes to show her family a portion of the love her mother showed her.
Heather and her husband Mike are as intentional as anyone I know in building a godly legacy for their son, Owen. They have great stories to pass along, so I count it a pleasure to bring you Heather’s One Thing:
The Huge Box in the Back of the Station Wagon
One thing I will always treasure about a particular Christmas didn’t actually happen on Christmas.
One afternoon during the Christmas season after my parents’ divorce, Momma was unusually late picking my sister Carlyn and me up from the school bus stop. When we finally saw her, she had pulled into the parking lot across from where we were, visibly distressed about our situation. After several moments of indecision she reluctantly drove over to where we were, not having a better solution to our unbeknownst-to-me predicament.
When we got in the car, I noticed a huge box in the back of the station wagon, but being the oblivious eight-year-old that I was, had no idea what the box held. My sister, who is 4 ½ years older than me, knew immediately what was in the box…a brand-new-complete-with-stand color television set, just for the two of us! We were ecstatic! What a luxury!
Momma had been on her way back to our apartment to hide the special present when she saw us at the bus stop. Whether she misjudged the time we were supposed to be there, or thought it was our friend’s turn to pick us up, I don’t know, but she knew she couldn’t just leave us there all alone at the bus stop. She was so upset…I can’t imagine her disappointment when she realized the sweet surprise waiting for us on Christmas morning wasn’t going to happen.
That year had been hard for all of us…Momma, Daddy, my sister and me. Momma was trying so hard to make that Christmas as special as she could, and even though we didn’t get that Christmas Day surprise, what we received that year was a memory that just solidified in our minds how much Momma loved us.
One Thing Question for Families of Divorce
How do you make Christmas special in family circumstances brought on by divorce?