The 12 Years of Christmas


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They came from completely different backgrounds.  She had grown up in a middle class family, her father an educated professional, her mother a professional homemaker – “Ward and June”, as their now-grown children jokingly call them.  He grew up on welfare, the family breaking up while he was still in elementary school.  She was a popular student – cheerleader, debate team, gymnastics.  He was the introverted science nerd, invisible to the popular, living quietly with his books.  Religion was an important part of her life, growing up Catholic and remaining devoted to the church.  He grew up Catholic but knew even as a child that religion would not provide the answers he was looking for, eventually finding a private spirituality in the creation itself.

Despite these separate paths they found each other and fell in love, and despite their different lives they both wanted the same thing – a family.  Such a simple desire, however, would prove to be difficult to achieve.  When fertility drugs didn’t work, they turned to adoption.  The first match failed.  So did the second.  They understood completely how the birth mothers could change their minds, but that didn’t ease their pain or calm their fears.  Ultimately, they looked to Russia, a new democracy with old attitudes about orphans.  In the fall of their 6th year of marriage, they learned that little Anastasia was waiting for them.  They traveled to Russia before Christmas and became a family after New Years.  In between, they visited little Anastasia every day – one hour at a time – and experienced the joy of being a parent, a feeling they had feared would ever elude them.  On Christmas Day, they could not see little Anastasia, but in a small, gray apartment on the outskirts of Moscow, they celebrated her coming with their gracious host family.  Ten days later, their family was born, and twelve months later they celebrated their first Christmas together at home.

Christmas meant little to me for much of my life.  Yes, it was a time to relax and enjoy the company of family and friends, and the presents were nice.  But my own approach to spirituality has little in common with traditional reflections of the season.  Tonight, as I watched 12-year old Mollie Anastasia laughing with her cousins, hugging her nanny and papa, and teasing her uncle and his partner, I thought back to those cold, snowy days in Russia when my heart became warm for the first time.  I recalled our second trip to Russia six years later, when she and little Madison Irina each met their sister for the first time.  On this Christmas Day, as I have done for 12 years now, I thought about how lucky we are to have these two beautiful little girls that are unquestionably our own.  Christmas means a lot to me now, and that is a gift that not even five golden rings could beat.

About Ted C. MacRae

Ted C. MacRae is a research entomologist by vocation and beetle taxonomist by avocation. Areas of expertise in the latter include worldwide jewel beetles (Buprestidae) and North American longhorned beetles (Cerambycidae). More recent work has focused on North American tiger beetles (Cicindelidae) and their distribution, ecology, and conservation.
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7 Responses to The 12 Years of Christmas

  1. Marvin says:

    A wonderful story, Ted — one much closer to the true spirit of Christmas than much of what transpires this time of year. (Not that I still have the credentials necessary to critique a Christian tradition.) Best wishes to you and your fine family.

  2. This is truly a story to warm the heart at Christmas time Ted. What a wonderful gift to receive, a family, more precious than gold and I am sure they love you as much as you and Mrs. Ted do them.

    As Marvin says, this is the true spirit of Christmas. Yes, opposits do attract and if you find a common ground, it will always work out. My husband and I were also total opposits in many ways, but we shared a love of nature and that was enough. I miss him. I have written a very thoughtful piece about partners for the 26th. It is a reflective time for us all.

    A very Merry Christmas to you and your family!!

  3. DougT says:

    A wonderful story, Ted. Thanks for sharing it. I hope that you and your family have a happy Christmas.

  4. So beautiful, Merry merry Christmas.

  5. Liara Covert says:

    I was pleased to discover your blog today. I appreciate the image of the wintery wonderland and the words you share with your readers. Season’s Greetings to you and yours!

  6. cedrorum says:

    Wow, this post had me tearing up. I know as well what it means to be a parent. There is nothing in the world you can compare it to. Glad to hear that your Christmases mean so much to you and your wife now. Thanks for sharing this part of your life.


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