This is a story of how a stressed out mom and a 3-year-old boy almost ruined Christmas and how friends, Value Village and Macklemore saved the day.
2013 had not been the best year of her life and as December approached she had every intention of making Christmas a special time for her and her son to remember.
An advent calendar – Check!
The Elf on the Shelf – Check!
Gifts bought for the boy – Check!
Christmas Cards ordered – Check!
And it all went downhill from there. The days passed so quickly, the cards didn’t get sent. No decorations were out! Finally, on the Eve of Christmas Eve, she wrapped all the presents, filled the stocking and hid everything in a closet underneath the stairs.
Family came over and she breathed a sigh of relief, at least Santa would be good to her son.
Then the house was quiet, someone wondered where the children were and they were discovered amidst the wrapping in the closet underneath the stairs.
Every gift was unwrapped, even the stocking had been dumped.
It is an understatement to say that Momma lost her cool.
“Christmas is ruined! I am so upset! How could you do this?” And to time-outs the kids went.
She told all her friends and cried through the night. Wisdom and love were shared, it took a while to let go of her anger but she let the words of her friends sink in:
You have every right to be angry but that is only a small part of Christmas. His Christmas is not ruined–He still has the presents and a great mom who loves him. – Dana Wheatley, Calgary Playground Review
Take a huge deep breath. Pour a big glass of wine. Picture yourself twenty five years from now listening to Max telling you his three year old did the same thing. And think about how you would tell him to be kind and still find the magic for your precious grandson. Drink another glass of wine, shake it off, and respond with love. It’s just presents. He’s just a little guy tempted by something exciting and it doesn’t ruin a thing unless you let it. Truly. – Sarah Deveau, Doing All The Things
Grab him, look him in the eyes and say, “MAX, Christmas is about LOVE. You found the presents and that ruined the surprise, but nothing, NOTHING can ever ruin my love for you. Let’s remember that this Christmas, OK?” What about writing a letter to Max from Santa? I’m using this letterhead for a giftcard, maybe you could write a letter saying I am sorry you found my gifts early, but that never erases the Christmas Spirit… – Michelle Davies, Everything Mom
Kids. Are. The. Worst. – Catherine Dabels, The Dabels Divulge
She went to work on Christmas Eve and got off at noon, headed to Value Village and started singing a tune.
“I’m gonna pop some tags. Only got twenty dollars in my pocket…”
On the way in, she got a text from a friend, “I have an extra tree, can I drop it off for you and Max?”
So, along with “new” toys from Santa, she threw in some ornaments to remember this year by.
Christmas Eve became beautiful and full of joy.
Christmas Morning brought surprises for Max and peace for his mom who realized one of her greatest gifts this year was the wisdom of friends.
Please share your horrible and wonderful Christmas stories and commiserate with me!