Being a parent around the holidays is an adjustment period. I’m still enjoying the magic of it all, but I feel responsible for creating it, too. The baked goods just don’t appear in the kitchen; the gifts don't magically wrap themselves; the decorations aren’t hung unless someone does it. I’m not complaining, these are wonderful responsibilities to have, but it does take some getting used to and, in many ways, I’m still processing this new role. I would guess that I'm not alone. Specifically I think there are some thoughts all moms have on Christmas morning.
Before my son came along, most if not all of the reasons I enjoyed the holiday season were personal. I liked being with family and I liked the food and decorations and I, obviously, liked the presents. Now, I have a different set of priorities when it comes to holidays. To be honest, I’m glad and particularly grateful for those Christmases when my son was too small to understand anything. While I missed out on the surprise and excitement he emulates now, those baby-is-oblivious holiday seasons gave me the chance to figure out how we wanted to celebrate, and which traditions we wanted to adopt.
So, now that our son is a 2-year-old toddler and he’s starting to understand more, I'm finding myself fully experiencing what I think many other parents experience, too. At least I'm not alone, right?