A Christmas Poem

My friend Lisa who is serving a mission in Washington, sent me this poem.  She said it made her think of me!  I am so grateful to be a mom, and one of the hardest yet most satisfying milestones was sending Zac out to the world to share the gospel of Jesus Christ with the Philippino People.  As I read this poem it struck me in more than one way.  It made me miss my Zac like crazy!  But it also makes me want to take in every moment I can with Tyler, who will be taking his turn in a year and a half.  I hope you all enjoy, but I am mostly posting this for my fellow Mom's missing their boys this Christmas!

 This year for Christmas
I skipped the sales after Thanksgiving.
The thrill just wasn’t there.
No pictures taken with Santa Clause.
My decorating has no flair.
His presents are shoes, shirts, and ties,
Two suits and socks…no fun.
I’ve bought him all white clothes because…
This year I’m giving Christ my son.

I’ve spent more time in the temple,
Felt strength come from his words.
I’ve reread November’s Ensign,
And my testimony stirred.
Our family prays more frequently.
My tears are quick to run.
Abraham seems closer because,
This year I’m giving Christ my son.

I wonder how those Lamanite mothers
Gave their sons to war,
Or how the pioneers chose Zion,
Their sacrifice was so much more.
My loss will be his presence.
I’ll miss his smile a ton.
For two years we will pray for him.
I’m giving Christ my son.

I stare at his face when he’s not looking.
I memorize his eyes, their shine.
He’s always hungered for the part of him
That makes his soul divine.
The stories and lessons he always heard.
His choice and mine are one.
I’ll put my faith in God’s hand.
This year, I’m giving him my son.

Past gifts have lost their glitter.
I think I finally understand.
Christ’s birth should e celebrated
By giving Him a hand.
It’s because I know Christ lived and reigns
That all his packing is done.
My gift has taken years to make.
This year…I’m giving Christ my son.