3:01 a.m. 4-year old: "Maaaaaaaah-meeee, it's time to watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!! Time to make the caaaaaaaaawwwwfeeeeee!" me: "No, it's definitely not. Go back to sleep."
It has taken three Christmases, two Easters and numerous birthdays and anniversaries since my mom passed away, but I think I finally found the sweet spot: The spot where I incorporate memories of my mom into a holiday celebration without repeating the Great Christmas Meltdown of 2015.