Seven quick Christmas wishes for my family.
And I also wish for you that you charge into 2012 with as much joy and verve as you are closing 2011 with. And maybe a movable stuffed animal puppy.
And I also hope that your siblings put several "TEASING FREE DAY" coupons in your stocking. They are ruthless, aren't they?
And my other wish for you is also a wish for me: that you and I enter your tween years with the best possible mother-daughter relationship. May we talk and talk. May your inevitable disgust with me be delayed as long as possible. May the peace and promise of Christmas become the peace and promise of us, together.
But I do hope that for Christmas you receive the gifts of peace and confidence. Fortitude. Kindness. Thinking first, yelling second. (We could use a family-pack of that one around here.) May your amazing sense of humor continue to bring all of us laughter and joy. And perhaps I should also wish for a slight tempering of that sarcastic wit: trust me when I say it will get you into trouble in your life. This Christmas, let's hope Santa sticks a small box of mellowing agent in your stocking. And for you, dear son, may all your wishes come true.
And so much more. I wish you parents that learn how to give you that confidence, parents who figure out how to set boundaries with more love than frustration, how to be detached so that you can grow up without us getting in your way but with as much help as we can provide.
I wish for you to be brave and strong. I wish for you to break your goal scoring record in a single season. I wish for you to play guitar until your fingers bleed. I wish for you to rest in the knowledge that you are loved beyond your comprehension and that your presence in the world fills me with gratitude. You are a light in this strange and complicated world. May you learn to walk by your own light, and not the lights of the strange and complicated world.
And what we need more than anything: Grace. To see our life with right eyes, to respond to broken dishes, spilled cider, car troubles, children's fights, miscommunications, muddy bathrooms, limited options, 1940's kitchens, and lost soccer balls with grace. To wake up with the confidence we need to give to our children. To treat them with the patience we want them to show each other. To enjoy them. Every day.
And for myself. See items 1-6 above. I seem to have a lot to wish for this Christmas. And none of it can be found at Target.
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