I hope you've been enjoying all the wonderful Christmas posts from these wonderful authors as much as I have. Today I have JoAnna Sims taking over the blog. She's sharing a very special childhood memory from when she was eight and she calls it A Wildflower Christmas. JoAnna is giving away one print copy of High Country Christmas US ONLY
Enjoy!
A WILDFLOWER CHRISTMAS
My mom really knew how to “do it up”
for the holidays, so I have a lot of wonderful Christmas memories from which to
choose. However, the most memorable
Christmas morning of my childhood, and the one that stands out from all the
rest, happened when I was eight years old.
I was a tomboy and liked to tag along after my older brother. And, if he had a cool Huffy BMX bike for
boys, I wanted a cool Huffy BMX bike for girls.
The only problem was, at that time, they didn’t make BMX bikes for girls
(oh, how times have changed). I begged
my mom for a boys’ Huffy BMX bike, but even as a liberal mom of a tomboy girl,
she resisted the idea of me riding a bicycle made for boys. Then, a Christmas miracle happened! One day, while on a holiday shopping trip, I was
walking through Sears with my mom and I saw it!
The most beautiful Huffy BMX bike made for girls! The frame was white, as was the banana loaf
seat, and it was decorated with colorful wildflowers; this awesome bicycle (obviously
sent directly from heaven) was appropriately named “Wildflower”.
I can still remember, so clearly, climbing
on the bicycle while my mother watched with a small, smile on her face. I put my hands on the rubber grips of the
handle bars, sat down on that cushy banana boat seat, and knew that this was my
bicycle. It was a perfect fit. I could imagine myself zipping along the
winding back roads behind my house, flying down the gentle hills as I tried to
keep pace with my brother and his friends.
On the Wildflower, I was certain that I’d be the coolest girl ever. Right at that moment, my long Christmas wish
list was wiped clean and the only thing left on it was a Huffy BMX bike for
girls – the Wildflower. It pained me to climb off of that beautiful
bicycle and roll it back into its spot.
I can’t remember exactly what I said to my mom on our shopping trip, but
I have to imagine that I was making a very good case for getting that Wildflower
bike for Christmas. Christmas morning –
I was awake before sunrise (of course) and had to wait, impatiently, until the
soft morning light began to stream into my room through the dormer window. I met my older brother and sister in the
hallway at the top of the stairs, all of us still dressed in our P.J.’s; we
raced down the stairs, one right after the other, our loud footsteps and excited
voices a signal to my parents that Christmas morning had officially arrived and
it was time to dig in to all of those presents stacked beneath the tree!
My mom always needed a cup of coffee before we started
opening presents (I never understood that, but boy do I know how she feels
now). While my mother moved slowly
through her routine of making coffee – getting the water, and the grounds, and the
filter, yawning and sleepy-eyed in her silky blue robe, I rushed to the
Christmas tree and that’s when I saw it…the most beautiful bike that ever was. Wildflower.
My mom always enjoyed giving us what we wanted – she spoiled us – not
just with things, but with love too. She
worked so hard to make our home a comfortable, safe, happy place for her family. I have to admit – when I saw Wildflower
parked in front of the Christmas tree, so shiny and white and pretty – I was
torn between hugging my mom or hugging my new Huffy BMX Wildflower bike. In the end, I did the right thing. I hugged my mom. I had years of joy riding my BMX Wildflower
bike, peddling furiously to keep up with my older brother and his friends. Riding Wildflower was everything I had
imagined it would be – how often can we say that in life? And, after all of these years, after decades
of holidays, this is the moment that is forever seared in my memory. I will never forget my Wildflower
Christmas.
JoAnna is giving one print copy of
High Country Christmas
High Country Christmas
US ONLY
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Great Christmas memory and yay for mom's that are fabulous. ;)
ReplyDeleteYes Ali, moms are great!!
DeleteAs a mom now, I understand that there's a lot that happens behind getting precious gifts so every present is special.
ReplyDeleteI loved my bike too. I would try to do xgames like exhibitions with it much to the dismay of my parents.
Unfortunately, I don't like eggnog at all :(
DeleteVery True Braine. I know I had a bike when I was young but i don't know if it was a Christmas gift!
DeleteWell maybe Kim you could just have your rum by its self :)
DeleteEggnog plain is great.
ReplyDeleteYes me too traveler, plain!
DeleteThe experience of waiting for them to make coffee is a shared one! Nice story!
ReplyDeleteIt was a nice story, thanks for the visit!
DeleteFun memory! I can't remember anything similar for me, but I do remember the excitement of waking up as a kid on Christmas morning.
ReplyDeleteNot a fan of eggnog and I've tried a few different ways. Can't do it, sorry. :)
yes oh the anticipation on Christmas morning. What did Santa leave :)
DeleteWithout ♡ gave up alcohol over 4 years ago. Thank you
ReplyDeleteWithout is good, thanks Linda
DeleteAw that's so sweet. Your mama sounds awesome <3
ReplyDeleteI know she does doesn't she Anna!
DeletePlain is nice but sometimes I need a dash of magic so I add the potent stuff lol happy holidays
ReplyDeleteYes I'm a fan of the potents too!
DeleteWhat a wonderful memory! Your mom sounds so special.
ReplyDeleteI know Kim I just loved all these posts this year.
DeleteI'm not a huge eggnog fan, but when I have it I like it plain.
ReplyDeleteMarcy Shuler
bmndshuler(at)hotmail(dot)com
Plain it is Marcy!
DeleteI don't drink eggnog, I always get sick
ReplyDeleteHappy holidays
I loved the story, bring a mom is hard and I always try to make sure I son get his Christmas wish
Oh well that's a good reason to not drink it Barbara, thanks for commenting
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