A few weeks ago, Tim and I decided that we would not waste the money and buy presents for Nate and Noah to unwrap at Christmas. Every year, it's the same thing.....we buy presents we hope they will like and wrap them. Then, on Christmas morning, we fight with Nate and Noah to take enough interest to open them. We can get them to open 1 or 2, but I usually end up opening them. When they do open a present, they do not look surprised or interested. Then, there is no guarantee that they will play with the new toy. Usually, they won't.
I am wrapping presents and thinking of the gifts that Nick will have to open. He will be surprised and excited. I am starting to feel guilty that I am not wrapping gifts for the other two boys. I know it is silly. I am more sad about their disinterest in Christmas than they are. When you have a young child, everyone says "Christmas will be so much fun." Well, it's not. It's difficult to be excited for Christmas when two of your children don't even know it exists.
Maybe they understand the true meaning of Christmas. They do not get caught up in the gift giving and receiving. They have never watched a toy commercial and turned to me and said, "I want that." All they want is to live their lives and be happy.....and jump on the trampoline, and swim, and eat pop-tarts. There is nothing that I can put in a box under the tree that can hold a candle to the trampoline or indoor pool. They know that we love them and we know that they love us. So, as I sit here typing this, I am repeating to myself, "I am not running out to Toys R Us, I am not running out to Toys R Us."
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