You know this already...I'm a mum. And a mushy mum. I don't know why but I'm just a darn softie. You show me someone crying and my tears will fall, too. To be honest, I don't like it. But that's just the way my eyes are and the tear ducts.
Ok, Len, get to the point, will yah?
So, I just have to share this photo with you. It's of my son holding a soft toy from Father Christmas at Fritton Lake Winter Wonderland.
Because of his neurological condition, my boy doesn't speak and he's in a wheelchair. In Santa's Grotto, Father Christmas spoke to him, held his hand and had photos with him. He just looked around and I knew the scene would be etched in his memory forever but whether or not he understood what went on, I wouldn't have a way of knowing. All the while, I wondered if he understood any of it. When one of Santa's "Elves" gave me Santa's gift - a soft toy called Rupert Bear on the way out, I handed it to my boy. As if to answer the question in my mind - he softly got hold of the soft toy, pulled it close to his chest and pressed it against his lips.
You know what? The sight of him clutching the toy made me so tearful. He loved it. In his own way I knew he enjoyed the trip. And he loved Rupert.
Here's his beautiful photo. Isn't he lovely?
And I just have to say this, the man who was Father Christmas that afternoon at Fritton Lake was the kindest Father Christmas I've met so far. If you are reading this, thank you. I've taken your kind words home with me.
And thank you most especially to Contact-A-Family for this early Christmas family gift. (I meant to post this bit the day I posted my son's photo but needed permission first)
Anything exciting you're doing this for the winter/holiday/Christmas season?
and what makes you all mushy?