Tuesday, December 23, 2008
This is my first Christmas as a wife. And a mom. Holy cow. I'm a mom. Tonight while I stayed up and finished wrapping the presents that Santa bought for Moana, I really felt like a mom. I thought about what it was probably like for my own mom to stay up late wrapping presents for my brother and me... funny how I never really thought about that... for 34 years... until just now. Thanks, mom.
Scott and I were talking last night about what we want Christmas to be for our family. It still seems weird to me that we are our own family. A little family. A new family. But our own family.
So what will our traditions be? We each shared stories about our Christmas mornings growing up... running in and jumping on mom and dad's bed to let them know that Santa had come... finding the half eaten carrots that had been left out for the reindeer... and whether or not we were allowed to open stockings before breakfast... the waffles for breakfast... or the quiche for brunch...
So this year, even while Moana is still too little to even know what the heck is going on, Scott and I will start our own traditions. I think the beach will be involved. I have a premonition (call it mother's intuition) that Santa might bring Moana something she can use at the beach. Maybe a couple of things.
It's really fun for me to think about what Christmas morning will be like for Moana growing up... and whether she knows it or not, our traditions start this year.
Posted by Michelle Simmons