I began writing this post the day after Christmas. It’s always a reflective day for me because the stress of the holiday is finally over, and I’m no longer worried if my children will be pleased with their gifts and the holiday in general. There are two things that come to mind in the first couple of hours of December 26th:
- I’m exhausted
- Spending time with my offspring is awesome
On Christmas Eve – or, technically, early Christmas morning – I didn’t fall asleep until about 3 a.m. The day had been eventful and unpredictable, but I really wanted to go to sleep earlier. That didn’t happen, but I figured I could get a little extra sleep the next morning – Christmas day.
I thought it was a realistic expectation because almost every year my three young children sleep late on Christmas morning. They may rise around 8 or 9 a.m., which is absolutely fine by me and much preferred. This year they were up and chattering in the living room around 6:30 a.m. I could hear the excitement in their voices and was hoping they would decide to get some cereal or do something else so I could sneak in a few more minutes of sleep.
Of course, that was wishful thinking. Finally I called out, “What are you guys doing?”
“Sitting on the couch waiting for you to come out,” my trio said in unison.
“Are you coming out?”
“Are you getting up?”
I could hear them approaching my bedroom door as they tried to coax me out of bed. My door opens slowly and after watching what looked like blurry shadows dance in my doorway, I sleepily said, “Merry Christmas.”
My children said Merry Christmas in return and sang the words as if they were harmonizing. They were each hopping up and down.
Again, “You getting up….?”
“Ooookkaaaay, I’m getting uuuupppp…”
I’m not sure if I said something about laying back down or why do I have to get up, but whatever occurred they started to sing, hop higher and dance all the while moving closer to the tree as I approached.
“It’s Christmas time, it’s Christmas time, it’s Christmas time.” On beat, harmonizing and bringing a sleepy smile to my lips.
It was like they planned a little holiday production to celebrate my rise from the depths of my bed. Their enthusiasm kept my shuffling feet in motion, and it took quite a few minutes for the sleep fog to clear as I passed out their gifts and tried to keep up with everything they were saying.
Sometime during the day I thought I would be able to sneak in a nap, but between the children and their gifts, my best friend arriving for dinner and my oldest daughter needing more of my assistance with Christmas dinner (regardless of how much I tried to get out of helping), I didn’t get a chance to sit down much.
Although I am exhausted, I do not regret one moment of this day. I spent time with my children (ages 21, 9, 7 and 5), my 3-month-old granddaughter, her daddy/my daughter’s boyfriend and my best friend. It was the baby’s first Christmas and the simple joy of being in her presence is magical. Those are definitely scrapbook-worthy memories.
I wouldn’t change anything about this holiday season except for the amount of sleep I’ve had. And, now, I look forward to 2013 with a positive outlook, a renewed sense of purpose and the chance to make more memories for my scrapbooks.