The countdown is on. We are eight days away from Christmas. I get a lot of anxiety around this time of year. Things like where are we going? What are we doing? Who’s getting what? Did I get enough presents? Did I spend enough time with this family member?
All this chatter runs through my head leading up to the holiday. When we’re finally in the thick of it I love it, but the anticipation kills me. As a little girl, I was always the first one up in the house to open presents. I feel the same way as an adult!!! Next week we are heading to Dallas instead of staying in Houston like we’ve been doing since Cruz was born. I’ve spent the last several months “preparing” for Christmas. Dare I say it but I think we’re good?!?
I love creating memories and reliving memories of my childhood. Last night, on our way home from running errands, we drove around our neighborhood looking at Christmas lights. This was/ is a favorite memory of mine during the Christmas season. When I was young my mom and I would go Christmas light looking. We would drive around our neighborhood and ones close by to look at lights. On the way home my mom would buy me some ice cream from Baskin Robbins. She would get peanut butter/ chocolate and I would get jamoca almond fudge. My mom loves simple, so it all had to do with the doorway - the wreath, garland, and lights.
I don’t involve myself with the lights. If it were left to me, I would throw them carelessly in the bushes and the trees. I know my place when it comes our Christmas lights. I am there to hold the ladder when my husband Brian gets up on the roof. I am there to stand in the street with him and give my feedback. I am there to tell him good job. I am truly thankful for my husband and his patience with putting up Christmas lights. I am crafty in my head however executing it is a different story. My husband thoughtfully puts up our lights and puts the wreath up on the door. I am there to enjoy them.
Last night driving around made me thankful for this time of year. It made me thankful for the memories we are creating for our family and the memories I’ve had growing up. Memories of driving around and looking at lights. The bikes my dad found in our garage from Santa. The night before Christmas at my Grandmother’s house. Waking up in the middle of the night and unwrapping a gift from Santa and stuffing it in my stocking so my parents wouldn’t know.
Now, as a parent, I see the magic my son experiences when our elf, Tootsie, moves from spot to spot. On Christmas I know Cruz will wake up early top open his gifts from Santa. He knows exactly how many days are left until Christmas. I see the excitement and joy of the season by being a parent. It’s a magical time of year. Although I get caught up in all the noise of the season, I am reminded of the thrill this season can bring too. Wishing peace, love and happiness during this holiday season. From my family to yours – Happy Holidays