It’s been a confusing few weeks, hasn’t it? Seriously, Mom and Dad have been acting so weird.
It all started when Dad brought a large tree into the house. Mom put a bunch of shiny toys and sparkling lights on it, and told you not to touch it. The tree was practically crafted to be impossible to for toddler hands to resist, and yet, we insisted that you not mess with it. That seems really unreasonable.
To add to the craziness, Mom brought you to a crowded mall full of strangers, and into a very unnaturally staged area full of large presents and candy canes. Mom encouraged you to sit on the lap of an old man that you’d never seen before in your life. This seems so random and completely unsafe!
As the weeks progressed, Mom made a bunch of really yummy treats and put them just out of your reach in shiny green containers. Mom told you they are called, “Cook-ies!” which you immediately mastered. Mom left the green containers in your line of sight and tried to give you celery of dinner. Everything about that defies logic.
While we are on this topic, lately, there has been some inconsistencies with expectations when it comes to destroying things. You are supposed to leave the tree alone, and yet, the boxes underneath the tree are meant to be “unwrapped.” But only when Mom and Dad say. Not any sooner. Mom probably should have been more understanding when she left you alone with these boxes and returned to find you unwrapping. You were just following directions.
And yet, little one, all this newness, chaos, and confusion of the holidays will likely never go away. The hustle and bustle will likely always be there. And with this, as your Mom, I hope to help you to understand why we are acting so joyful. The greatest gift I can give you as a mother is to teach you about the perfect love that was gifted to us thousands of years ago.
In an attempt to capture the joy that was born so humbly, we do everything out of the ordinary. We don’t need to change things up, but we do. And yet, probably the best thing we can do is just sit still. Do the ordinary things better, and then worry about the extras. Mom needs to work on that.
I pray that the story of the first Christmas remains one of the first books you reach for, year round. I’ll leave it in your bookcase, just to be helpful. And to help me, please always keep being you, in the purest form. Keep loving ferociously, living adventurously, and reminding Mom and Dad what’s important.
We love you Gracie girl. You are forever our gift. Merry Christmas.