The holidays turn me into a lunatic. And I don’t mean the fun kind.
I’ve never been one of those over-the-top, crafty moms who bake bread and braid it into shapes and sew tiny outfits and such. I’m not over-the-top (in that way) at ALL. I can’t even handle Elf On The Shelf, which makes me wonder how on Earth everyone else is able to function at such a high level during this time of year. If you look at Facebook, it seems like every child in America has an Elf On The Shelf. How do those moms do it? I seriously struggle with just trying to figure out what I’m going to get my people for Christmas … anything extra throws me right over the edge.
I find myself thinking that I could get sucked into the black hole of Pinterest and MAKE EVERYONE A GIFT and at least solve the problem of the gift list. But would it really solve anything for me to be up half the night frantically crafting – which sounds like an oxymoron – while my husband snores? I’ll tell you what it would solve. Nothing. Here’s what would happen: I would allow anger to fester over the fact that he was sleeping while I hand-made gifts for our entire family, and finally, fueled by rage and over-caffeination, I would hot glue his face to a throw pillow. When he woke up from the pain, I would scream that it was all his fault.
Merry Christmas, Crazy.
I read something recently about how women get caught up in doing all the things during the holidays and they don’t give themselves permission to slow down. I probably speak for a lot of you when I say that I’m not quite sure HOW to slow down, but if anything will force you to, it’s multiple children. Juggling little people tends to make every single process take an eternity, which is why our tree doesn’t have anything but lights on it this year and the boxes full of Christmas décor sat in my laundry room untouched for a full week before I finally asked my husband to get them out of my sight because just looking at them made me feel like a failure.
Maybe it’s a blessing that children force us to slow down. That’s part of what is magical about a baby; I run around like a mad woman, but she has to eat every 3 hours whether I like it or not. And so, like clockwork, I sit down with her and smell her sweet head for a few minutes while she eats. For those moments, I’m still, before the madness resumes again. When I read that inspiring piece about how moms just need to stop trying to do all the things so that they can enjoy their families and their blessings in a chilled-out, relaxed manner, I thought YES. Yes, I WILL DO THAT. I’m giving myself permission to stop trying to do all the things this year, not that I am capable of doing them anyway … but I’ll stop feeling guilty for not at least giving it a try.
We are blessed with what we need and we have each other, and that is enough. At least that’s what I’ll be telling myself over and over and over again, until it sinks in and I magically become relaxed … ? Somewhere right now, my husband is cracking up.
I’ll let you know how it goes.