Just when I started to think I had to “do it all” this year because it’s “Baby’s First Christmas” … and we’ve gotta Make ALL the Memories (!) (oh-my-God-it’s-snowing-put-on-the-snow-gear-where’s-the-camera-get-outside-right-now-don’t-slip-and-maim-yourself-let’s-get-this-done-before-naptime-wait-her-hat-doesn’t-fit-oh-gawd-the-dogs-just-tracked-in-a-crapton-of-snow-c’mon-let’s-make-memories-yayyyyy) …and inevitably I’ve started to get just a little nervous/anxious/worked up/loud/Leona Helmsley about it…
I read this:
It is just what I needed to read – and if you’re a mom of little ones, you need to read this, too.
Now, all is right with the universe, there are sugarplums dancing, and my feet are up with wine in my hand. Because, I’m not going to go batcrap crazy this year and push myself so far that I miss it.
I don’t want to miss it.
“It” being the most important parts of Christmas – those moments with family and friends, specifically, my husband and daughter. And I don’t need to festoon each moment with something from Pinterest.
I started on my simple Christmas journey a few weeks ago when I decided that not every single Christmas decoration I own has to be displayed this year (including the craptastic 6 foot tree that I still have from college that fell over last year and broke some of my favorite ornaments, sending me – at the time pregnant, emotional – into a complete “I Hate Christmas” tailspin).
No, I don’t have to go overboard to be overjoyed. A few twinkly lights here and there, a handful of small Christmas trees, a wreath, some music. There will always be music.
It’s going to be a beautiful Christmas, because we are just going to be.