This will be the first year I don't spend Christmas with my parents. The second year I spend with my Love, and our wonderful Shi. And the third year since I fell in love with Jon. This year it will be hard to be so far from my parents, but I feel fortunate that they are close enough to spend so much time together. Making plans for the season that don't involve waking up to see my Mom and Dad on that morning seem strange-sad even, but knowing that this man who was once a stranger sitting across the room in Tantra will spend every Christmas with me feels amazing.
So I continue my plans...baking with the boys, making gifts for those we love, decorating for Christmas (now that Thanksgiving has had it's time in the limelight)... I continue making plans, but I now think even more fondly on all the time and love I shared with my family. The things that really mattered. I can't even begin to remember half of the presents I have received from them over the years...I know that every year (but one) I was given pajamas, every year we got clothes (and usually the necessary socks and underwear), every year Mom's cooking would be amazing, and every year I can remember the love.
Take time this year to do what matters the most. Your child will survive (and yes, still love you) if you don't get them the coolest, newest and most expensive toy/gadget out there. Your friends and family also don't need you spending a fortune on them to "show" them how much you care...what everyone needs is more time and more love. Get back to the reason of it all, and enjoy the season of sharing Love.
Much Love to all...near and far