On a day that was supposed to be relaxing and mellow, my hubby announced that the time had come for us to clean 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.
Not doing anything will not be something I know how you can do, nevertheless it sounded far more appealing than washing the garage. To avoid feeling guilty, I went upstairs and attempted to do nothing at all
A couple of hours later, my hubby arrived in to our own bedroom using a smile on his face as well as a stack of papers within his hand. “Letters to Santa,” he announced. He dropped them on the bed and headed back to the garage.
When I began reading the letter our kids wrote many years 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 Then had an idea — why not get everyone to publish a letter to Santa this coming year? It would be fun and interesting to find out how their wish lists changed as they have grown up.
At dinner, I announced my idea and was happily surprised when my “gang” didn’t think that I needed lost a marble or two. Afterwards, everyone disappeared into their rooms to compose their letters. Surprisingly, it took them a lot longer now around.
As I read their “grown up” letters, it quickly became evident that the priorities have changed however their values haven’t. I found that toys were replaced with “boys” or “girls.” Getting good grades was substituted with obtaining a good solid degree. Health insurance and happiness was a priority for those, and peace in the world was a significant concern. It warmed my heart to view that my partner and I did something right, that people raised kids with good values and gold hearts.
My partner and that i had similar requests of Santa. Having Said That I, obviously, had much more. First on my list was immunity from acquiring any more pounds because i get older (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 move me by unnoticed. I wish to be constantly, obliviously happy. And did I mention I would like to be skinny?
They were fun things to inquire about, but should you read my entire list you will notice that the truly important items came right at the end. I want our society to get at peace. I requested our kids to become happy and healthy. I requested ckogtd parents and grandparents to become around us for many years to come. I asked so that you can enjoy my children and their children, and that i wished to continue to be deeply in love with my husband as much as the day I married him.
Following this fun exercise, most of us sat down to discuss what we wanted and exactly how we are going to obtain it. Regardless of what we requested, all of us agreed on one thing — whether you believe in Santa or otherwise not is irrelevant. The key is always to have faith in yourself, then write down your list and go after it. Once you have faith in yourself, the sky will be the limit!