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I love Christmas and after my boys came into the equation, I began to love it even more. Speaking for all mothers, wherever they live and whatever religion--Jewish, Catholic, Protestant, or Muslim--we would all go to the ends of the Earth for our children. I knew that I was meant to be a mother and I have received more joy from motherhood than I could have ever imagined--a fact that may make my boys' adult life all the more difficult. Yes, we mothers are often over-protective.
I have a confession to make. I am so attached to my boys that scheming to keep them home began about eight years ago. Martin was 8 and Luc was 11. I found myself making Christmas breakfast more and more elaborate each year, thinking to myself, "They will never want to be anywhere else on Christmas morning."
I think that was the same year I made lobster soufflés--followed by lemon ones. I ordered some festive paper balls filled with trinkets to decorate the table. When the boys did not love the soufflés, I began to plan for the next year, knowing I was going to have to step up my game if I was going to keep them coming back after they left home.