Well I made it through my first major holiday without my Mom. After a lot of drama the two preceding weeks involving my FIL's significant other, Turkey Day went off without a hitch. Sure I was sad but it wasn't overwhelming and it was a nice day even though my Dad was not here but home in bed with the mother of all sinus infections. I talked to him several times because I really wanted him here but took comfort that he has a neighbor who takes good care of him and brought him dinner and dessert.
Fast forward to today. Today we got something in the mail that I have always wanted - an invitation to an actual full blown Christmas party. I have always, always wanted to go to a party like this. This particular party is being hosted by a rather affluent family (Dad is CEO of a large international company) so the house will be immaculately decorated and the who's who of our fair city will be represented and while I will admit it will be intimidating, I am so excited but for one small detail...I won't be able to share this with my Mom.
When Mr Fly took the job at posh school my Mom was so excited. She loved the thought of us getting to visit some of the beautiful mansions that are present in our fair city. Whenever we were invited to one, I would call her early the next morning and relay all of the details I could remember and she loved every minute of it. We have actually been to this particular house previously but it was for a soccer event and this is much much different.
I will miss discussing what I should wear (I honestly have no idea so I am enlisting a trusted friend) and the subsequent discussion on the decorations and who was there and what we ate etc. I have found through the past almost 4 months that it hasn't been the big things (birthdays and holidays) but the little things I miss. I miss calling her on the way to pick up the girls, I miss shopping with her, I really missed going to the Jr League shopping event in Oct, I miss her cooking advice, I miss her and am feeling a little lost.