My mother-in-law’s Christmas cookies.
Just thinking about them as I write this, more than fifteen years after my divorce, makes my mouth water and my stomach growl.
I’d never had anything as delicious before I tried them, and nothing since has even come close. Every year, they’d arrive in the mail. A half dozen or so tins filled with all sorts of cookies.
Once she got to know which ones were my favorites, she would make sure my tins overflowed with those varieties.
Sure, I always shared with J (after all, her Mom was the one making the treats), but even she understood that certain cookies were meant for me, and it was in her best interest to stay clear of them.
My mother-in-law also sent me amazing Christmas presents every year, but I honestly looked forward to the cookies more than any other gift in her holiday care packages.
Growing up, there were never any homemade cookies at Christmas. In fact, I don’t remember there really being any baking done at any time of the year. When there were sweets in the house, they were store bought.
I remember thinking, “So this is what family life could be like!”
Christmas was never the same after that. I did my best to make those cookies last as long as possible, but they were too delicious to resist.
Thankfully, even after the divorce, J’s Mom continued to send me cookies every Christmas for the next several years.
I don’t think I could have handled losing both my marriage and my Christmas cookies. I’ll be forever grateful for the way she continued to bake for me until I was finally able to move on.
Over the years, I’ve tried to find cookies similar to my former mother-in-law’s, but all my searches ended in disappointment.
But the truth is, I’m depressed because I miss my Christmas cookies. You never know what you have until you lose it…
Is there something that you miss from Christmas past?