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Merry Christmas Mum and Dad

 

Album cover by permission

(Insomnia Music Records)

 

Merry Christmas Mum and Dad”

 

Joseph P. Badame

 

Copyright © 2016 by Joseph P. Badame

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Merry Christmas Mum and Dad”

by

Joseph P. Badame

 

It was a gloomy Sunday afternoon. Even a single ray of warming sunshine would have been so welcomed to chase the chill that invaded every cell. The dark skies seemed to be a harbinger of precipitation, but fortunately it appeared to be a fraudulent indicator. The weathered wooden planks below me generously provided ample discomfort with their splinters and it was equally difficult to receive respite for my painful back.

 

But, after all, the one hour drive was worth it to watch the youthful exuberance of the grand children participating in the soccer match, wasn’t it?

 

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The eerie scene had a sense of déjà vu from decades ago. I had done this all before many times, only in a much more cooperative and agile body. It appeared that the novelty had faded. The excitement of roaring into a sparkling future filled with accomplishment and the unknown seemed to be replaced by a known past pocked marked with ups and downs, a few successes but considerable regrets and a desire to do things better next time, sadly resigning myself that alas there was to be no next time.

 

The grand children were immersed in the play and the activities and my daughter and the other mothers were engrossed in contrived fraternization while attempting to outdo each other in a multiple of categories. I wouldn’t call the atmosphere festive, just loud and confused – multiple galaxies circulating in the same universe but without the hand of God’s heavenly plan and order.

 

The match ended.

I am not really sure I remember who “won.”

I looked around.

All at once it became so apparent.

 

How solitary and alone one can be in a crowd.

 

The organized chaos suddenly turned into just chaos. Team members searched for and gathered their belongings. Parents gathered up their little ones. Everyone headed for the parking lot immersed in their own impressions of the match and anticipation of the next adventure, whatever that was to be. I was somewhat preoccupied in my own thoughts of what was next – realizing that it most likely would not be a rewarding adventure. I was not exactly looking forward to the rest of the afternoon and a repeat of another one-hour drive home to solitude.

 

The field and bleachers that had been such a flurry of activity only moments before cleared away like fall leaves in a windstorm. My inattention caused me to lag behind the activity. It took only a moment to realize that I had been left behind, and I gathered myself and pushed to catch up. I gained momentum, and eventually was able to join the others in the parking lot.

 

A sad realization came over me. No one had missed my absence.

 

Even as I caught up to everyone, no one noticed my arrival amid the confusion of the post match activity. It seemed that there had been little comprehensive planning about the next venture. I remained on the periphery of the gathering and of the conversation which eventually centered on eating dinner. The consensus focused on dining at a nearby place that specialized in burgers, fries, cheese steaks, and pizza. All staples of the pre-diabetic syndrome enveloping the nation that a decade prior had already ravaged me.

 

Finally, there was a glimmer of acknowledgement of my presence when my daughter stated that, “Oh, you can come along too, mom, if you like.” The exclamation inflated my ego as effectively as my five-year-old grandson trying to inflate the “Goodyear blimp.” I, at once, felt like a dingy being towed with a thin cord across the Atlantic in the wake and spray of the Queen Elizabeth II ocean liner.

 

As attractive as the offer of eating a diabetic-killing feast in a sea of screaming children appealed to me, I graciously declined the offer and made my way to the car amid a chorus of “See you later, Grandma.” A few hugs, an accompaniment to the car, or a door opening would have been nice, but were not forthcoming.

 

Where had I gone wrong?

What did I miss?

 

Was it something I did or didn’t do? Was it society’s fault? Was it my fault for not protecting them from society? These were the questions that I asked myself as the car drove itself home.

 

When they were young, there was no “being tired,” no “distractions,” to pull us away from the prime responsibility of caring for the children and above all making them feel loved and secure. There were no “sick days.” There was no time off.

 

It just doesn’t feel the same anymore. Why don’t I feel loved and secure? Why do I feel like a footnote in a never ending book of confusion? Why do I feel like the frumpy little kid on the sidelines that never gets chosen?

 

Where had I gone wrong

What did I miss?

 

If there were only something, a sentiment, an expression, a tenderness and warmth that told me that I mattered – nothing to heal the world – just a thought that would heal me.

 

How wonderful that would be.

 

It would be life changing, and exhilarating.

 

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Make this Christmas Season special this year. Make the ending of this little story not a sad one, but a happy one. Honor Mum and Dad by conveying the message contained in the following Christmas song. They gave you everything. They gave you life. Honor them. Thank them. Love them. Tell them.

 

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Make up for all the times you may have not been so kind to Mum and Dad or made them feel left out. Send them the sentiment expressed in “Track Three” of Janet Devlin’s latest album “Little Lights.” The card companies don’t need the money and it’s so common and inadequate to send a contrived greeting. A card can’t compare to this expression of love that will light up their lives all year long and beyond. Every time they play the album your message of love will put a smile on their faces and warm their hearts all for five bucks – the cost of a lifeless card.

 

I won’t tell them where you got the idea, honestly!

 

The lyrics of your message to your Mum and Dad are shown below.

The other five tracks are just a bonus.

 

Just a suggestion: You may want to include a pack of tissues.

There may be a few tears of happiness.

Maybe you should get a few packs.

Happiness is contagious.

www.kleenex.com

 

 

Merry Christmas Mum and Dad

Janet Devlin

“Merry Christmas Mum and Dad”

(Album: Little Lights)

Composers: Janet Devlin / Marc Rapson / Nathan Thomas

© & Ⓟ 2016 OK! Good Records under license from Insomnia Music Records

(Lyrics by permission from Insomnia Music Records)

 

Christmas Day when we were young,

Out of bed we quickly sprung,

We hurried down the stairs,

‘Cause we knew Santa Claus had been there,

Christmas Day when we were young,

We forgot to say, “Thank you,”

‘Cause we didn’t know the truth,

But, for everything you do,

I just wanna say,

 

“Merry Christmas Mum and Dad,”

“You always gave us all you had,”

And even when the times were tough,

We always had more than enough,

So, Merry Christmas Mum and Dad,

 

Christmas Day now that I’m grown,

I always spend it back at home,

I wanna show you that I care,

And give you all you deserve,

Christmas Day now that I’m grown,

I don’t forget to say, “Thank you,”

 

‘Cause now I know the truth,

And for everything you do,

I just wanna say,

“Merry Christmas Mum and Dad,”

“You always gave us all you had,”

And even when the times were tough,

We always had more than enough,

So, Merry Christmas Mum and Dad,

 

I don’t forget to say, “Thank you,”

‘Cause now I know the truth,

And for everything you do,

I just wanna say,

 

“Thank you for the magic you brought me every year,”

“Thank you for the wonder and always being near,”

I just wanted you to know,

That everything you’ve done I’m grateful for,

Thank you for the love you gave,

 

Merry Christmas Mum and Dad,

You always gave us all you had,

And even when the times were tough,

We always had more than enough,

 

So, Merry Christmas Mum and Dad,

So, Merry Christmas Mum and Dad,

So, Merry Christmas Mum and Dad

 

Album cover by permission

(Insomnia Music Records)

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The album “Little Lights” featuring track three,

“Merry Christmas Mum and Dad”

Is available at all music outlets or at

[+ https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/little-lights-ep/id1168742330+]

 

[+ http://www.okgoodrecords.com/product/janet-devlin-little-lights-ep/+]

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Merry Christmas Mum and Dad

The Christmas Season is upon us. Sometimes as adult children we come to realize that we didn’t always show adequate gratitude to our parents. This Christmas send them an unusual gift that will tell them that you really are aware of the love that they gave you. It’s not a card with someone else’s sentiment or a physical gift. It is something that will convey how you feel all year long. See what it is. It only takes a few minutes of your time. You can do that, can’t you?

  • ISBN: 9781370605835
  • Author: Joseph P. Badame
  • Published: 2016-12-17 06:35:10
  • Words: 1637
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