Full disclosure: I used to despise the holiday season. A few of those "bah humbug" feelings have lingered, even though my son has made this time of year infinitely more enjoyable. So I work extremely hard, and am making a constant effort, to push my personal feelings aside and create new traditions with my new family, which, to date, include cutting down our own tree, decorating said tree, getting pictures taken with Santa, wearing matching onesie pajamas come Christmas morning, binging on holiday movies, and, well, buying a lot of presents for my now 1.5-year-old son.
Every now and then, I'll take a quick gander at the pile of wrapped gifts under our tree and shake my head, unable to ignore a very real feeling of overindulgence. While not all of the gifts are from us, many of them are. We went...a bit overboard, some would say, and I could definitely argue. My toddler doesn't need all (or even any) of the toys and clothes we purchased, but that didn't stop us from purchasing them anyway. The excitement and anticipation of seeing my son open presents Christmas morning definitely overshadowed my fear of potentially teaching my son that the holiday season is about things, instead of people.
But then I start to think about our holiday season. While we no doubt bought a lot of things for our son, we also did a lot of things that would ensure that while we are lucky enough to celebrate with gifted material goods, we never just celebrate those gifted material goods. And even now, as I look up from my computer and stare at those presents one more time, I am reminded that there's no reason why I should feel guilty for buying multiple presents for the one, teeny tiny person who has taught me the true meaning of the holiday season. And while some may (read: definitely) disagree, I don't feel guilty for spoiling my son one magical day out of the year, and this is why: