Every once in a while I feel like I'm starting to get the hang of this Parenting-thing.
Sometimes. There are certain truths: bedtimes, tantrums, stories revisited. There are so many "musts" this time of year. Traditions border on obsession. And there's the pressure for things to be
just right. But I'm learning slowly to go with the flow, their flow, and constantly remind myself to savor the simple joys of each day.
Yesterday we went to see Santa. The man in the Big Red suit. This man, not so big, but hey- he's SANTA so who's going to say anything there! And Daddy met us on his lunch break and provided a great distraction to waiting in line for our obligatory 50 minutes. And we joked about Santa going on his lunch break right when we got there, or needing to feed the
reindeer, or the camera breaking (all of which have happened in previous Santa visits) You know the type of kidding where by saying it, you
hope it won't happen.
And we made it there. The front of the line. Ty pointing. Will explaining in all his big brother wisdom how this was going to shake out. The only slight cause for alarm was Will messing with the elastic line guard and it snapping him in the ear. Quite a painful snap. Thankfully he pulled the tears together quickly not wanting to
jeopardize the visit- and surely not wanting Santa to be
privy to the line-goings-on (if he wasn't already!)
And we made it. The Holly Jolly pic with the Jolly
ol' Elf himself. There was a moment of Mom panic when I tried to sit Ty on Santa's lap and he about tore off my leg and started protesting, but that was remedied by Micky's genius idea to sit
Tyler in Ben's lap instead of Santa's. A multiple layering of laps. Hey, it worked. Close to zero screaming and there were even some smiles.
Lollipops from the big man. All wishes reported directly to the Source. And treasures for Mom to keep. Priceless, indeed.
Sometimes. There are certain truths: bedtimes, tantrums, stories revisited. There are so many "musts" this time of year. Traditions border on obsession. And there's the pressure for things to be just right. But I'm learning slowly to go with the flow, their flow, and constantly remind myself to savor the simple joys of each day.
Yesterday we went to see Santa. The man in the Big Red suit. This man, not so big, but hey- he's SANTA so who's going to say anything there! And Daddy met us on his lunch break and provided a great distraction to waiting in line for our obligatory 50 minutes. And we joked about Santa going on his lunch break right when we got there, or needing to feed the reindeer, or the camera breaking (all of which have happened in previous Santa visits) You know the type of kidding where by saying it, you hope it won't happen.
And we made it there. The front of the line. Ty pointing. Will explaining in all his big brother wisdom how this was going to shake out. The only slight cause for alarm was Will messing with the elastic line guard and it snapping him in the ear. Quite a painful snap. Thankfully he pulled the tears together quickly not wanting to jeopardize the visit- and surely not wanting Santa to be privy to the line-goings-on (if he wasn't already!)
And we made it. The Holly Jolly pic with the Jolly ol' Elf himself. There was a moment of Mom panic when I tried to sit Ty on Santa's lap and he about tore off my leg and started protesting, but that was remedied by Micky's genius idea to sit Tyler in Ben's lap instead of Santa's. A multiple layering of laps. Hey, it worked. Close to zero screaming and there were even some smiles.
Lollipops from the big man. All wishes reported directly to the Source. And treasures for Mom to keep. Priceless, indeed.
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