I know, with certainty, that I can’t tell you what I got for Christmas when I was 2. In fact, before the age of 5, I really can’t remember what I got on Christmas and I have a really good memory! I’m sure that I got fun things, but what exactly I have no clue.
So it makes no logical sense that I’m worrying about what I’m going to get my son for Christmas. He’s 2. The chances of him remembering the exact items that Santa brings him is slim-to-none. And if he’s got a memory like my husband that chances are absolutely ZERO! Yet, I find myself surfing the internet and crying because I can’t get him what I want to get him.
And its not just my son’s gift, I’m trying to figure out the budget for my husband and I and it keeps getting trimmed down with each passing day. I know my husband doesn’t really care (he’s only been celebrating Christmas since we’ve been together), so he doesn’t have any preconceived notions to deal with. I know that he’s going to love me no matter what he gets underneath the Christmas tree.
I just feel like that I’m not providing for my family. Its silly, I know. Especially since my favorite memories of Christmas time are getting the house ready (my mom would really deck the house out), making cookies with my grandma and eating her peanut butter fudge when the family got together on Christmas Eve every year. Its the people that make the holiday not the gifts.
I am completely grateful that my husband still has a job, that I’m able to stay home with our son, that we have a roof over our heads and food on the table. I definitely don’t take that for granted. I also know that there are a lot of people out of work that would gladly trade with me right now.
When Christmas morning rolls around and there are presents under the tree, my son is going to scream with glee! So shake it off girl… not getting your son a fancy, shmancy gift is not the end of the world! Focus on the cute, little smiling face that will be shrieking with joy on December 25th – regardless!