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The Christmas Tree
My greatest memory was in 1996 when my son who was three years old at the time was taking out our first Christmas tree to stop me from feeling sad. He saw my tears coming down like rain over the fact we had no place visit for the holiday. My heart was so broken, wishing he had all that he deserved. The domestic violent shelters we just came out of traumatized us in our journey of trying to find a home. Home was planned to be a place for us to heal and make our lives happen in a healthy lifestyle. When I looked into his eyes pleading with me to put up the tree I knew I just had to. So much sadness stood there in his eyes yet he stopped his tears for me. We put up the tree that day and before I knew it our sadness seemed to be a distant memory and today I am grateful for God for giving me the greatest gift a mother could ever ask for; the love given back to me from my own child. Sadly he’s in jail today for making bad decisions, so worried about his safety I had to turn him in; though he thanks me that I saved his life. He said that he accepted Jesus into his life and if it wasn’t for me he would probably be dead on the streets somewhere by now. Still today, no matter how many miles apart we are together, I always reflect on that little boy who pushed a heavy Christmas tree out of the closet to cheer his mother up and how such a strong bond between mother and son was born to save each other through eternal love.
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