If I had told you my plan for my baby’s first Christmas before my son was even a twinkle in my eye; I probably would have described something out of a movie. I would have laced the pavement with glitter and told him it was a reindeer trail. I would buy him ‘baby’s first Christmas’ everything. (Just because) I would have filled the home full of the scent of cinnamon and orange and sang carols in our Christmas jumpers. But as Christmas was approaching and the true reality of what a 10 month old baby can actually comprehend kicked in; I decided it wasn’t about how many gifts I bought him (let’s face it they only love the paper), how much I ran myself into the ground trying to make it a perfect Christmas for him (he would have missed out on too many cuddles in my attempt to do same), or some morbid competition with the next mum about how much I have spoilt my child. It was actually a great opportunity to let go and chill out!! After all there are so many years ahead of ‘Can I have?’ That this year was all about getting thrills out of that look on his face of…. ‘What the actual heck is going on here’?!
He thought his family had gone mental when we all sat around my mum’s dining room table ‘oooohing’ and ‘aaaahing’ at a big stuffed bird, parading silly hats and popping shiny packets that flung out plastic toys that didn’t serve much purpose. He won’t remember a thing, but I will show him the evidence of us
dressing him up as Santa and dragging him around in his sleigh (laundry basket) and sailing through the air in his first stocking 😉
This Christmas I made the decision not to buy my son gifts. However, he was provided with the biggest gift of all…. LOVE 🙂 Hope you all had the best Christmas ever! Until next year…. xxxxx