Happy 16th Birthday
To My Amazing Son!
Love you so much!
What? You don’t celebrate Christmas in August?
Normally, we don’t either, although one year we did celebrate it in January.
This year, it seems, we’ve shaken things up a bit. Okay, a lot. Touché!
You see, we wanted to do something special for the kids again this year. We had two ideas, Plan A, or Plan B, but my husband and I weren’t sure which one the kids would prefer. After kicking it around between the two of us, we figured we should probably bring the kids into the discussion too, since it most affected them.
They were all excited, and after a bit of discussion, made their choice. And I mean, they really didn’t hesitate in the least. Once presented with the options, they knew exactly what they wanted.
I apologized to them for spoiling Christmas, but at least they had something to look forward to.
So I thought.
They couldn’t wait for December. They approached us and asked if it were possible to get it now, instead of waiting.
Honestly, I couldn’t think of a good reason. Neither could their dad.
So, we made the decision and went shopping. All the Christmas fund has been spent.
On the bright side, no wrapping presents!
On the down side, no presents to unwrap.
On the bright side, I had a Christmas fund to spend!
As usual, our first purchase was a disaster, and I spent I don’t know how many hours online trying to search for solutions. This doesn’t work that doesn’t work and how the heck are we supposed to get it to be how we want it? Much swearing ensued.
So that necessitated another round to the store to return purchase A, and spend time hemming and hawing over what purchase B should be … So far so good on purchase B.
I feel like I need to set my mailbox in front of Best Buy. I have been there so many times in the last few days, sheesh!
I am something like nearly a week behind in my email and WordPress, my house is an even bigger disaster than it was before (Please tell me I’m not the only one who hates vacuuming!), but my kids had Christmas in August and it’s pretty doggone amazing when I stop to think that things were so bad a few years ago that I tried to make them Christmas presents out of socks so it wouldn’t be empty under the tree.
My kids are over the moon happy, which of course makes dad and I over the moon happy. We’ll still put up the Christmas tree in December and decorate and eat all the bad food that we’re not supposed to eat. We’ll still listen to Christmas music until our ears explode, and we’ll absolutely remember the whole Reason for the season in the first place.
We just won’t open presents. And not because we can’t like other years, but because we were blessed to be able to choose to do it a little differently this year.
Besides, Christmas should be like an every-day kind of thing, right? When Christmas lives in your heart, it doesn’t matter what month it is.
Brother: So Toland the Shattered-
Sister: Wait, why is he Toland the Shat Heard?-
Both pause as mom about splits her guts laughing.
Sister: What? What did I say? Why is mom laughing so hard?
My daughter is a big-time sleepyhead in the mornings. She absolutely hates to get up. I think she probably gets that from her mother. *ahem* This morning I went to give her the usual wake-up kiss, and I said, “Don’t go back to sleep! You don’t want to miss your last day as a nine year old!”
And I realized … after today I will no longer have a child in the single-digits age bracket.
That’s a bigger milestone for me as a mother than is known to most people.
And the bittersweet of it made me kind of sad, in a way. It’s an ending, a closure. There are no more babies, and my baby will be 10, a whole decade! Double-digits from here on out, and tomorrow she will be 21, because I will blink and time will have zipped by that fast.
Goodbye, single-digit ages. I will miss you, terribly. It’s been more joyful than anyone can know.