Just yesterday I was chatting with a friend about the frequent
mistake many of us make in setting huge "happy family" expectations
during the 2 week holiday break.
Along with those perky dancing sugar plums, many of us have
naggingly hopeful images of our sweet and kind and always grateful
children, in their snuggly fleece pajamas, backlit by the glowing
christmas tree, enjoying each other as they giggle and share their
new toys for 14 straight days in the holly jolly death trap known
as Holiday Break.
We desperately long for snowball battles that won't end in
bloody noses and black eyes, visiting grandparents that understand
and fully support our parenting techniques, gingerbread house
construction void of rumbles over who gets that last gumdrop, and
no one passing out in our guest baths after one too many hot
And then we promptly implode when those beautiful images are
singed and sometimes burnt to a crisp by the crackling fire in the
So this holiday break, I plan to go ahead and set the stage for
complete celebratory success, take a few yoga breaths, and then sit
on back and enjoy the joyful mayhem that absolutely, without a
doubt, will ensue.
Ever since my oldest boy became a teenager this past Autumn I've
noticed my wise and often annoying spirit reminding me (usually at
4 in the morning), that every moment he's in my home, I've got him
on borrowed time.
And it's not always going to be perfect and respectful, and clean,
and well behaved time either.
But I gotta say, in 6 years when he's hopping in a used car to
come home from college for holiday break I want him to tell his
friends how much fun he's going to have when he gets here. Not
about how "perfect" everything always is. Perfect sort of scares
So super mamas…here's to a the joyful, messy, and ultimately
super blessed mayhem we are all about to experience. Bloody noses
*Blog question of the day (I never do
this, so it might be the blog question of the year)
Which do you like better Christmas Eve., or Christmas Day?
Oh, and WHY? Come on, we have to know WHY!
Meredith Sinclair is a freelance writer and blogger living with three quirky guys on Chicago's North Shore.
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