Around the holidays can be some of the most painful times. I’m pretty sure, I’m not the only one. Maybe, I’m more of a rare bird. Observing the lives of myself and others. I’m not quite sure if both events run together. Here’s how I recall them.
I won a turkey from school that year. I was so happy to bring a turkey home. We didn’t have much food. We never did. I’d tucked the turkey into my coat. I wanted to surprise mommy. I went down the street smiling from ear to ear. The world was grand. I lugged that huge ten-pound turkey against the skin of my school clothes. (truly one of my better memories to keep.)
I pulled out that turkey, we jumped and jumped. My brother, sister, and mommy danced all around. Maybe, holiday cheer had come early. Little did we know, of evenings’ turning tide.
As a kid, I loved to get away. From all that cheery, give-me-this/ give -me -that, I would lock myself in a room. Watch all the Christmas episodes until I’d fall asleep.
Grandma did what she could. She’d sat out the chestnuts, walnuts, and acorns as our family tradition. She’d make me help with the sweet potato pies. I made so many pies. I could make them in my sleep.
I enjoyed cooking with granny. She’d wobbled, only so far. Then make me do the heavy, blending, mixing and setting the table. Not too many heart-to-heart talks with grandma. When they did surface, it was a tidal wave for both of us.
I brought up the time, I’d won that turkey. Our celebration was cut short. As I watched. Mama being pounded in the head by my stepfather. Over the toilet bowl, he beat her in the face. Pushed her head down into the small porcelain-liquid.
I guess I’d seen enough, at my age.
Heard the racket and ran. I got the broom from the kitchen.
What was I thinking, at nine years old?
I pushed that broom into his back. I grit my teeth together.
I shouted as loud as I possibly could.
“Get off my mother! Or so help me God!”
I remember standing there, in the bathroom, trembling.
The peeled, teal-paint on my back.
I could have melted into those walls. If they’d let me.
I remember the shocking, awkward look on both their faces.
That now what moment?
I’ve disturbed a pit bull in full feast mode.
He dropped mama’s head.
He raised his hands in front of me. I thought, surely his gonna kill me but he didn’t. He walked right past me.
After that, we didn’t celebrate too many more holidays together, as a family. My siblings and I soon went to live with grandma. Mama stayed in Texas with her new husband. Holidays were never the same.
I still wanna lock myself in a room.
Watch all the Christmas specials, don’t come out until its all-over.
However with children of my own. Blessings of life and favor, so much to be thankful for. I’ll be attempting my part of good cheer. Making grandma’ sweet potato pies.
Hey, that’s life, we give it all we’ve got. Life keeps on going,~your Kindness sister, Krissy Mosley