Christmas present for mom
I don’t feel old, but this memory dates from 43 years ago. A long time.
I could hardly wait until my mom opened my Christmas present. I was so proud of it. The thing I made at school. I had been working on it for hours.
When I brought it home after the last school day, I had to hide it until the Christmas Eve. A very long time.
And I hear my mom under the Christmas tree: “Oh, this is wonderful. You made this?” I was so happy for hours.
When little boy came home two days ago, we couldn’t eat until he had wrapped his thing from school and he could hand it out to me.
I unwrapped it very, very slowly looking many times into little boys’ eyes gathering his pride and happiness.
This moment will stay in my memory, too. Forever.
I’m so happy.