Let It Go, Let It Go, Let It Go
If there’s one thing in the world that can make a good woman feel inadequate as all get out, it’s Facebook and Pinterest. Especially around Christmas time. It’s enough to drive you stark raving mad. I can get Christmas crazy like you wouldn’t believe all on my own, but social media just pours gas on my fire. This year I’m going to try to keep my crap together with the following oath.
I, Sondi Justice, promise to not fall all to pieces every time I see my friends’ Christmas family pictures on Facebook. Christmas will go on if the Justices’ do not have their pictures made in matching monogrammed snowman footed pajamas, in front of a hot chocolate stand, with whip cream on our noses, and a real reindeer looking upon us in the background, all while the sun perfectly highlights the side of my mowhawk. Christmas will go on. It will.
I, Sondi Justice, promise not to get sucked into the “most sought after toy of the year” hype. On Christmas 2008, I paid 45 dollars for a tan Zhu-Zhu pet on eBay. What’s a Zhu-Zhu pet you ask? Well that’s my point exactly. I’m keepin my crap together this year. I’m blessed to have children who have made a simple Christmas list, so it makes no sense whatsoever that I stand in line four hours and black someone’s eye for a hoverboard that they didn’t even ask for just because everyone else wants one. Just because other folks have lost their minds, doesn’t mean I have to. Good Lord. It’s not a crazy competition.
I, Sondi Justice, promise not to cry because I forgot to move the elf….again. Hey, they got all kinds of elf action ideas on Pinterest, but a truly creative Mom comes up with ideas on why the elf didn’t move. “Oh honey, he moved. Shoot, he did amazing stuff all night long, but he ran back to his old spot so you wouldn’t catch him in action. You know, like on Toy Story.” I will not let that blankety blank, so and so, son of a monkey, elf define me as a mother. I won’t.
I, Sondi Justice, will not go all Clark Griswald on every Christmas event we have. I’ve been known to put so much pressure on an event, there’s no dadgum way we can live up to it. It’s actually not going to be perfect. Like, at all. My kids are going to fight. Me and Jon are going to fight. My house isn’t going to be perfect and neither will be my cooking, and since we are being honest here, it’s possible that a kid may leave an unflushed turd in our guest bathroom. When all of this happens, I’m going to take in a deep breath and smile. It’s all part of the memories.
I, Sondi Justice, will not gripe over having too much to do this Christmas season. Reindeer Lane, band concerts, parades, plays, Christmas cantatas, parties, and family get togethers is what really makes Christmas fun. When I’m whining that I’m tired and complaining that there’s too much to do, it’s not really fun for the people around me, and it kinda makes me look like a jerk. I don’t want my kids’ Christmas memories to be filled with visions of me rolling my eyes. I’m going to thank God for everything I’m apart of this year, in all of its craziness. I’m going to be grateful my life is so full. I’m going to live intentionally this Christmas. The crazy is really what Christmas is all about.
My goodness y’all. We are just so, very blessed. Don’t get caught up in what everybody else is doing. Enjoy your crazy family even while they argue. Enjoy your messy, imperfect home. Enjoy all of your goofy events. Enjoy your Christmas and be thankful for the birth of our Christ.