Proud Mama

I couldn't be more proud of my son.  That pretty much sums it up.


No really, I am terribly proud of my son.  There are moments that he can be the most difficult child on the face of this earth and then there are times that give me glimmers of hope that maybe, just maybe, we might be doing something right.  That my child is generous, thoughtful, and considerate.  These little reminder moments are rare indeed but when the pop up, they floor me with pride.

Monday night, I was told about a family who was sincerely struggling from a friend of mine.  She mentioned that the boy in the family had 4 things on his list, boxer shorts, the game Mousetrap, Monoply, and a pair of boots to keep his feet warm when walking to school this winter.  Not the Christmas list I am used to. 

Well I told her that we would be more than happy to take care of the list on Tuesday and throw in some things for Mom too.  We have been more than blessed in our lives and to know that we might be able to have a small part in making sure another family has a fantastic Christmas is more of a gift to us than any that we could open. 

We had about 35 minutes to shop between work, commuting, and a school Christmas program to complete our shopping as the gifts needed to be sent today.  The hubs went one direction, I went the other and we busted through the stores.  We managed to get a nice selection of things and then it came down to the boot.  Who knew boots were so hard to find this time of year!  There was 1, just 1 in the boys size, and even on sale, they cost quite a bit.  For a growing boy, it was too much, much more than I would even spend on my own kids growing feet.  That is until my son, my wonderful, generous, thoughtful son, decided to give his own money, money that he had earned during the summer mowing lawns, to help buy these boots for this boy. 

Never have I been so proud.  This boy will have nice warm dry feet largely in part to my son.  What a goodhearted kid.  I am one proud mama.

My Hiatus

I have been absent, yes I know. A coworker told me last week that she will no longer be visiting my site until I post something other than the nasty used tissues.  So sorry to leave you with that image.

Truth is, I have had a residual cold since that post.  Not that is any excuse for my absence.  Life got in the way...that or laziness.  Sometimes the two go hand in hand.  But looking back at my last post, I realize now how much time has passed.

Anyway, Christmas is upon us. Now over the years, my son, who will be turning 12 showed absolutely no signs of the joy that poured out of my skin as a child.  No wonderment, not awe, no early morning busting out of bed to see if Santa had arrived.  None of that.  In fact, we, the hubs and I, would wake up at 4:30- am each year and pretend that we were asleep so that when my son would wake up, out of excitement, we would be ready to jump out of bed.  That never happened.  No, not even a little bit.  In fact, we would end up waking him up because we couldn't contain our excitement.  He would roll out of bed, open the gifts and then ask if he can return to bed.  Really??? What kid does that?  My son, yes indeed.

Well my 3 year old, my wonderful joyful daughter, can't get enough of Christmas.  She has a steal trap of a mind and remembers everything.  She insists that we go look at Christmas lights, make cookies for Santa and all of her friends, decorate the tree, make snowmen.  As a social butterfly, she loves the Christmas programs, getting dressed up nice and singing all of the Christmas songs she can muster no matter where she is.  She can't wait.  So as her parents, we can't wait for Christmas morning as our best gift would be just for once to have a child so consumed with excitement that Santa came that she could barely sleep and just had to wake us up at 3:30 in the morning to see what was under the wrapping paper.  We are very eager for that moment.

While the gifts is not for me the true meaning of Christmas, this time of giving is such an enjoyable break from the everyday.  I wish for you all, a very merry and blessed Christmas, full of 3 year old excitement.