Christmas Eve and a Wonderful one at that, (more about that later). It was a truly special day except that my kids were gone for most of it. And I hate, hate, hate that. I hate that I miss moments with them. I hate that I have to share them. I hate that they are missing for parts of all holidays. And I am not minimizing that tonight. I am not shoving it or ignoring it. I am grieving it. I am proud of myself for getting them all tucked in and the ex out the door before I started crying. And I am not overwhelmed with sadness, but I am sad. This was never my plan. I never wanted this. When I said “I do”, as they grew in my tummy, when I held their little baby selves, never did I imagine that I would be sending them kicking and screaming, to their dad’s girlfriend’s house on holidays. Never did I fathom that I would spend Christmas afternoon at home alone in a quiet house. My heart aches when they are gone spending time with some other family, people I don’t even know, people they barely know. And my heart breaks every time I have to pull them off of me and put them in his car. I know my situation could be much worse, but I don’t have to like it. I know there is nothing I can change but myself and my attitude. But my babies are my babies and my feelings are my feelings. I know there are plenty of families out there that do holidays this way and it’s not the end of the world. This Mom thing though, it is all I ever wanted. These Little Wonders, they are my whole life, my heart running around in four little pieces and no part of me is okay with sharing them tonight. There is so much redemption running through my story right now thanks to some Very Special People, and I am quite certain that more is coming, but tonight I am one very sad momma. And so I am taking this all to Jesus because that seems like the Most Helpful Thing. Lighter, happier stuff to come I'm sure. Merry Christmas and all that Jazz.