Well here we are, we’ve made it to the final stretch. Christmas is only a few days away and then once again we can return to scrolling through our social media streams without feeling the pang of guilt of not doing ALL THE HOLIDAY THINGS with our kids. I thought I was #winningatchristmas when I let my eldest “help” me make cookies last week…only to later see little Billy’s mom down the street had pieced together a perfect replica of Union Station out of gingerbread. I’ll admit, the Oreo Streetcar was a nice touch.
So if you too find yourself feeling you’ve under-performed this holiday season once again, brush it off and look at all that you HAVE done. I see you, and I got your back! Just because your accomplishments haven’t garnered hundreds of likes on Instagram doesn’t mean they don’t deserve just as much celebration and praise. So I raise my glass to you…the ‘Real Moms‘ of Christmas!
Cheers to you…
Mom that almost bailed halfway through “Elf on the Shelf”-ing. You started out strong with your bags of marshmallows in tow and perfectly selected spots to hang ol’ Bobby from. Then somewhere around day 9 you were over it, and Bobby was lucky if he got moved at all. Of course the kids noticed when he hadn’t budged from the top of the fridge in three days and so started the onslaught of questions: “How does he talk to Santa?” “How can he see me at school?” “How does he fly?” Instead of tossing Bobby out with the trash like your instincts told you to, you stuck it out, moving that thing night after night and answering the questions day after day. He may not have built a snowman with Anna and Elsa, but who cares?! Your kids don’t have Pinterest!
Mom that stays up till 2 a.m. Christmas Eve putting together that play kitchen. You left your husband in charge of getting your sugar-loaded offspring into bed while you attempt to work your way through the 43-page instruction booklet for putting this beast together. No fool to this game, you’ve come equipped with a box of wine in one hand and a packet of what appears to be 1,000 tiny screws in the other. Of course in the morning some fat man with a beard will reap the praise of your arduous feat, but we know who’s really responsible for that masterpiece, even if the oven door doesn’t quite shut all the way.
Mom that brings the plates and napkins to the school Christmas party. Last year you missed the sign up sheet the day it went live and were left with “read a story” or “make a craft,” but not this year. Nope, the second you spotted that sheet fresh from the printer you pushed little Jimmy aside and proudly placed your autograph next to bring paper plates and napkins. With silent cheers in your head, you gave Katelin’s Mom a sly nod and smile as you passed her in the hallway because for once you beat her to it. No truer victory has ever been won.
Mom whose kids don’t have matching Christmas jams. You can’t remember the last time your 4 year old actually wore real pajamas to bed. His usual get up is a three days dirty Hosmer tee and too small Paw Patrol pants. Gone are the days of putting your little ones into clothes of your choosing… cutesy Santa jams included. Sure you’ve been swooning over those Hanna Andersson long johns since Halloween, but we can’t all be the Holderness family. So you grab some cute ones for the baby and decide to just crop out the eldest from those Christmas morning pics. Everybody wins!
So don’t fret Mom, you’re not alone! We’re all out here just fighting this holiday battle and doing the best we can to survive. Buying last minute teacher gifts via Amazon prime and eating the last of the molasses crinkles when the kids are fast asleep. Give yourself a break, and go ahead and add that shot of Baileys to your coffee Christmas morning and pat yourself on the back. You deserve it. Cheers!