T Junior was so excited to visit Santa this year so he could tell him what he wanted for Christmas: a football, a soccer ball and a train. (And he was so good on Christmas morning. Taking turns. Stopping to have breakfast. Picking up scraps of wrapping paper. Saying "Thank you.")
I was very proud of him on the day we went to see Santa. We stood in line for an hour because Santa had to go feed his reindeer. T Junior played with some other kids in line and made up games for his "spiders" (his imaginary spiders -- his hands). No tantrums. No whining. And when we got in to see Santa, he was cautious, but with an "it's okay" from us, he hopped on up there and told Santa what he was hoping for on Christmas morning.
What a difference a year makes. 2011 has been challenging at times, especially the second half for me as a mother. With puppies and no vacation and self-pressure, I found myself running low on patience toward the end. Sometimes, I felt low. Stressed. But I've been trying to remember how blessed I am to have a wonderful family and a healthy one, too. And lots of wonderful friends, as well.
Hope your Christmas was merry and you have a happy New Year!
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