On a day that was meant to be relaxing and mellow, my hubby announced that the time had come for us to clean up out the garage. Seeing the appearance 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.
Doing nothing will not be something I know how to do, nevertheless it sounded far more appealing than cleaning the garage. In order to avoid feeling guilty, I went upstairs and made an effort to do nothing at all
A couple of hours later, my husband arrived in to the bedroom using a smile on his face as well as a stack of papers in his hand. “Letters to Santa,” he announced. He dropped them on the bed and headed back towards the garage.
When I began reading the letter our kids wrote a long time ago, I couldn’t help but smile at how silly and gullible these were then and just how grown up and mature they have become. I had a concept — why not get everyone to publish a letter to Santa this year? It might be fun and interesting to view how their wish lists changed since 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 much longer now around.
Because I read their “evolved” letters, it quickly became evident their priorities have changed but their values haven’t. I found that toys were replaced with “boys” or “girls.” Getting good grades was replaced with obtaining a good solid degree. Health insurance and happiness was actually a priority for those, and peace on the planet was an important concern. It warmed my heart to find out that my hubby and that i did something right, that people raised kids with good values and gold hearts.
My husband and i also had similar requests of Santa. However I, of course, had much more. First in my list was immunity from acquiring any further pounds because i age (enough is sufficient!). 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 pass through me by unnoticed. I would like to be constantly, obliviously happy. And did I mention I wish to be skinny?
These were fun things to ask for, but should you read my entire list you would notice that the truly important items came right at the end. I want our world to be at peace. I requested our kids to get happy and healthy. I asked for ckogtd parents and grandparents to be around us for several years to come. I asked so that you can enjoy my children and their children, and I wished to continue to be in love with my partner as much as the day I married him.
After this fun exercise, we all sat down to talk about what we should wanted and how we will get it. Regardless of what we asked for, we all agreed using one thing — whether you believe in Santa or otherwise not is irrelevant. The key is always to have confidence in yourself, then write down your list and go after it. Once you have confidence in yourself, the sky is the limit!