Our youngest child just ran out the hallway squealing, and informed us that she wants roller skates for Christmas, “Because, mom! Then, when I get up in the morning, I can just go. No walking. Just going!” In. A. Nutshell.
Thanksgiving break found me wanting to be generous, so every meal we were at I did not even police how many desserts the kids had. I was the Oprah of the Thanksgiving desserts. More generous, even, than O. I had zero cares. Until I had cares. Why do I need to relearn this lesson every year? This is why Christmas break tends to be better, I think… the lessons from Thanksgiving are still fresh in the mind. New things help, too.
I was thinking the other day about all of the families gathering around tables with differing views and wondering how that would play out. We’ve never hit those topics at our family things, but I still wanted to think about how to handle stuff if it came up. I had the realization that there are very few opinions worth going rounds about. There are some, though. And I figured that I wanted to be able to thoughtfully and carefully express myself without demeaning the other person. Right? I mean, I feel like grownups being able to disagree but still honor each other and even continue as friends (or stick together as family) is this novel idea. It was a fruitless little pep talk (no throw downs were had), but I’m glad I did it.
I call my mom a gazillion times a day. I tell her about funny things the kids do or say, I ask for recipes she’s written down for me but I’ve lost, I just check in to see how she’s doing. Besides my husband, she’s one of my favorite people to talk to. She’s at deer camp with my dad right now so she can cook for the hunters and I’m a little miffed that she’s difficult to reach. I texted her and told her she’s not allowed to die until after all of the girls have gone through their teen years because I’m gonna be burning up that line. Since she has no cell service, she didn’t respond.
Also, I am a little disgruntled that there is no school on Cyber Monday. How am I supposed to grab sweet deals for Christmas with the children lingering nearby? Because you KNOW they can smell when a mom has Christmas shopping in mind.
What I am grateful for is that this afternoon, I heard our two youngest giggling so loudly and walked back to find them looking through the Target flyer together and putting their initials next to what they want for Christmas. Just a sweet, innocent thing. I’m also so glad that Grandpa is home now. It is more work for me, for sure, but he brings such a sweetness to our home and I miss him when he’s not here. Our oldest mentioned that she was missing his questions in the morning, or after she gets home from school. We are glad to be all together again.
That’s where we are-glad to be together, and strapping on our collective skates for the upcoming weeks of school and sports and all of the family togetherness. What about you? Is your December stuffed to the gills? Or is it more of an “all is calm, all is bright” vibe?