Wednesday, December 23, 2009
We finished wrapping presents the other night (all nice and cozy in front of our new fireplace.) As we placed the presents under the tree, we stepped back and looked.
That's when we realized.
We may have gone overboard just a little this year.
At first, Hubster and I looked at each other embarrased. "That's a lot of presents." Yep. And once you realize things might have gotten a little out of hand, the justification instantly starts. We started shopping in October. It's easy to forget exactly what you've gotten when you bought it 2 months ago. It's our first Christmas away from family, so we need to make sure it's a great Christmas.
We are excited for Christmas. It is going to be a wonderful Christmas. I can't wait to see the look on Bug's face when he opens the (can't say yet). I can't wait to hear Monkey's squeal when he sees his new (shhh...not yet.)
Like every parent, I want only the best for my children. It was hard to narrow down what to buy them for Christmas because I want so many things for them.
But ultimately, the things I really want for them, they won't be opening on Christmas. Most of what I want for them, I have a hard time putting in words. It's mostly this overwhemling feeling that causes an ache in my chest, full of hope, and success, and goodness.
So what do I truly want for my children? I want them to...
-know someone is always in their corner.
-feel the thrill of finding the perfect hiding spot for hide-and-seek.
-know where their food comes from.
-watch a catepillar metamorphasize into a butterfly, and then watch the butterfly emerge from its cocoon.
-always know where home is.
-spend a night wrapped in a blanket, watching thunder, and eating popcorn.
-fall asleep next to someone they love.
-lose themselves in a book.
-to finish first at something, and to finish last at something.
-fill a jar full of fireflies.
-know what it is like to not have everything they want.