Day 27: “Grinch”
This grinch pull-over belonged to my mama, way back in the day. She gave it to me as a hand-me-down when I was a teenager. I’ve worn it every Christmas since, which is well over a decade now. But like most things that belonged to my mama, it’s worth so much more to me now that she’s gone.
It’s funny how we attach sentimental value to material items like this. I’m pretty sure before giving the sweater to me, my mom’s next option was going to be donating it, in which case who knows who would be wearing it by now. Yet regardless, I get this sweater out of my Christmas bin every year and pull it on, as though it’s an annual Christmas hug from her. Just as when I hang her ornaments on my tree, this old sweater of hers is a sweet ‘hello’ from years past.
My mama isn’t here for Christmas, or any other day of the year. But when my thoughts of her are triggered - be it by an ornament, or a smell, a song, or a sweater ... I’m so grateful that my memories of her as vivid as if I’m still standing in our old kitchen, saying goodbye as she walks out the front door.