I think that at the core of it, we often overestimate the depth of understanding possessed by our children. We spend a lot of time worrying about the minutia. We think about their feelings constantly. We would sacrifice anything of ours for their well beings .
But I have a two-year-old. Yes, two. And I just went to the extreme of shoving the “From: Santa” wrapping paper deep down in the depths of the garbage bin. Because what if later in the day he were to catch sight of it sitting there on the top of the pile??
Surely he would remember what wrapping paper I had used for the “From: Santa” presents that he’d ripped into before breakfast* and figure out that it was, in fact, ME who had wrapped them – not some happy elves in Santa’s work shop!
But then I thought – SNAP THE HELL OUT OF IT, NIKITA! HE’S TWO! YOU’VE GONE MAD! LITERALLY EVERYTHING IS MAGIC TO THIS KID! JUST RELAX!
And that was the moment when I felt inclined to write this post to you.
To the people who bought gifts, wrapped them, put them in bags with tissue paper; to the ones who marched their kids to photo studios to take Christmas pictures in November and sent out greetings to all their friends and families; to those who baked cookies for Santa (and to those who stopped at 711 and bought a pack after X-mas Eve dinner *us*); to the fairy-tale conspirators; to my own mom, who has been making Christmas feel magical since the beginning of time…
Today I raise a glass of red wine (’cause Stacey Green told me so) to all of you. To us.
It is not easy being responsible for making shit merry and bright – but I will say this because it’s the God-honest truth:
I’m feel unbelievably grateful for the opportunity to be in the presence of total innocence this weekend. To spend my time with little souls who are so easily delighted. Who don’t doubt or judge. Who believe in beautiful stories and see whimsy in every Christmas Tree and stocking and twinkling light they encounter.
In a lot of ways, I still feel like a kid… but times like this serve as a good reminder that I’ve crossed over to the other side now and I’ll be the first to admit that this new view is everything.
Merry Christmas, Rebels
*Side note: the “From: Santa” wrapping paper is actually birthday wrapping paper from Ikea because I ran out of the Christmas wrapper paper that I lifted off my saint of a Mother-in-Law on Thursday. #yolo
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