Now that my daughter is an adult it is appropriate and ironic that she has The Divorced Years Tree in her apartment. She still loves the live trees with branches and smells that fill our living room and this year requested that we leave the tree undecorated until she can help with the ornaments on the night before Christmas Eve.
Christmas is ten days away, and at work we are finishing up shopping for the family we adopted. Last night I shopped for the mom. I have a soft spot for single moms and I remember well the generosity of others while I raised my daughter alone. Single moms everywhere struggle to normalize their children's lives, and too few of them have time or resources for occasional self-pampering. There are opportunities all around us to make someone else's Christmas a little nicer.