On a day that was meant to be relaxing and mellow, my partner announced that the time had come for us to clean out the garage. Seeing the look of horror on my face, he quickly rephrased his statement. Acknowledging exactly how much I do during the week, he suggested that I sit and do nothing while he attended to the chore.
Not doing anything will not be something I know the best way to do, nevertheless it sounded a lot more appealing than washing the garage. To prevent feeling guilty, I went upstairs and made an effort to do nothing
A few hours later, my hubby started in to the bedroom using a smile on his face along with a stack of papers in the hand. “Letters to Santa,” he announced. He dropped them on the bed and headed back towards the garage.
Because I began reading the letter our kids wrote many years ago, I couldn’t help but smile at how silly and gullible these were then and exactly how evolved and mature they may have become. Then I had an idea — why not get everyone to write a letter to Santa this season? It would be fun and interesting to view how their wish lists changed because they have grown up.
At dinner, I announced my idea and was pleasantly impressed when my “gang” didn’t think that I needed lost a marble or two. Afterwards, everyone disappeared to their rooms to compose their letters. Surprisingly, it took them considerably longer this time around around.
When I read their “grown up” letters, it quickly became evident their priorities have changed however their values haven’t. I found that toys were replaced with “boys” or “girls.” Getting good grades was replaced with acquiring a good solid degree. Health and happiness had been a priority for those, and peace on the planet was an essential concern. It warmed my heart to view that my husband and i also did something right, that people raised kids with good values and gold hearts.
My hubby and that i had similar requests of Santa. Having Said That I, of course, had many more. First in my list was immunity from acquiring any more pounds when i get older (enough will do!). I want that awesome body I never had, the legs that turn heads, and also the flawless skin without wrinkles. I want my 20/20 vision to stick around just a bit longer and menopause to move me by unnoticed. I would like to be constantly, obliviously happy. And did I mention I would like to be skinny?
These were fun things to ask for, but should you read my entire list you would probably notice that the truly important items came towards the end. I want our world to become at peace. I asked for our kids to be happy and healthy. I requested ckogtd parents and grandparents to become around us for many years ahead. I asked so that you can enjoy my children along with their children, and that i wished to continue being crazy about my hubby around the day I married him.
After that fun exercise, we all sat down to talk about whatever we wanted and how we are going to have it. No matter what we asked for, all of us agreed on a single thing — whether you believe in Santa or otherwise not is irrelevant. The key would be to believe in yourself, then write down your list and go after it. Whenever you have confidence in yourself, the sky is the limit!