Yes, Virginia, there is a …Written by Mark Moses | | firstname.lastname@example.org
One of the lessons on the path to adulthood is the realization that some of the things you learned while a child are not as they appear. I remember, as if it was yesterday, the emotions that filled my head when I was tipped off that the Santa who visited my house was just a friend of the family. Looking back, the clues were there; the extra car in the drive, those too-familiar eyes, and, did I hear someone call Santa “Dan?” I was filled with fear and anger with the realization that if Santa was just make-believe, what else in my life was not what it seemed?
In the many years that followed, Santa has become less of an enigma and more of a concept. I have also learned who Santa really is; after all, he lives in the heart and soul of many I hold so dear. Take a moment and learn about my favorite Santa.
Virginia was born on a cold December day on the fringe of East Tennesee. Times were tough in the heart of Appalachian coal mining country in the late 1940s. While she was not their firstborn, Virginia’s parents could not have felt more blessed by their early Christmas present on the first day of winter. The blessing was that she was their first child who would live through the birth. Medical care and money were a rare occurrence for a coal miner and his family, but Virginia’s parents were full of resolve to see this baby was born in a hospital. The mid-wife and cabin had proved to be a dangerous place to birth a child. In just over a decade, Virginia’s parents would have eight total children, only to see six of them pass away shortly after birth. The anguish continued in the loss of her mother during the last birth, when Virginia was only five.
As things worked at that time; Virginia’s father married again not long after the passing of his wife. His new bride was a young woman barely 15 years older then Virginia. The young family grew up together, moving to Toledo a few years later.
Looking back, I never heard much about Virginia’s early years when I was growing up. Maybe I was too self-absorbed with my own life or perhaps she just focused on doing the best she could to raise her family without using her past as an excuse or a crutch. I now appreciate knowing something about her past, as it brings to light what always mattered to her; it was those around her.
Virginia has spent more than six decades caring and nurturing those inside and outside her family. Her unwavering support and love for her husband is usually only found in myth and legend. She has never left his side or heart for a moment in nearly half a century. He knows he is a lucky man. Her four children have also been blessed by her pleasant tone and understanding nature. Many a gift has been bestowed on her children and each of them only needs to look at their own talents to see her influence. Her oldest son is a deep thinker with a great passion for life and a generous soul. Her youngest son is by far her most talented and creative, just like his mom. Her daughter is most like her in every way; emotional, adoring and filled with love.
Outside her family, Virginia still works tirelessly to help many. For example, in the last few years, she hand made hundreds of blankets for children that are living a life not so different then her remarkable past. She gives these gifts and others with a quiet and respectful nature, never looking for a spoken thank you. After all, her thanks come from within herself. Hopefully, those she nurtures will travel her same path of hope, giving and love. The world is a better place because of her. Isn’t that what Santa would do?
The prevalent gift Virginia has given is the “Santa Claus Effect,” the true gift of giving and the spirit behind putting yourself second to others you hold dear. My life is made full from the leadership and example of my Santa, Virginia Catherine, my mother. I will always have Santa in me because of her and because of that: Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus …
E-mail Mark Moses at Mark@MosesAutomotive.com.