The holiday bonanza we dubbed Chrismukkolstice came right in time. H and I were in a bit of a rough patch. Of course we had some good days, and lots of great moments, but overall, I was struggling. This one and a half years old business was proving to be quite a challenge. The whining, the fighting, the night waking, the pickiness with food, the crappy naps, the teething, the fact that our whole family had a terrible cold for a month… I was tired and my patience was waning.
And then, Chrismukkostlice arrived! And with it, joy.
H has been so much fun this holiday season. Seeing him tear into gifts with light up with surprise. Watching the mutual lovefest between him and our families. Sharing traditions with him in a way that gives them new meaning. Rocking out to holiday tunes with him. There has just been so much good.
When we did our Xmas morning with him (a week early because we were out of town for the actual day), my heart was so full, it could have burst. I knew he would “get it” more this year, but I did not anticipate how fun it would be to watch him gleefully rip open his gifts and start using and enjoying them immediately.
Joy, joy, joy.
We needed that.
