On a day that was supposed to be relaxing and mellow, my husband 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 how much I do during the week, he suggested that I sit and do nothing while he attended to the chore.
Not doing anything is not really something I know how to do, nevertheless it sounded a lot more appealing than cleansing the garage. To prevent feeling guilty, I went upstairs and tried to do nothing at all
Several hours later, my husband came in to the bedroom having 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 many years ago, I couldn’t help but smile at how silly and gullible they were then and exactly how grown up and mature they have got become. I had an idea — why not get everyone to write a letter to Santa this year? It might be fun and interesting to see how their wish lists changed as they have become up.
At dinner, I announced my idea and was pleasantly surprised when my “gang” didn’t think that I had lost a marble or two. Afterwards, everyone disappeared within their rooms to compose their letters. Surprisingly, it took them considerably longer this time around.
Because I read their “grown up” letters, it quickly became evident that the priorities have changed however values haven’t. I found that toys were replaced with “boys” or “girls.” Getting good grades was substituted for obtaining a good solid degree. Health insurance and happiness was actually a priority for those, and peace on earth was an important concern. It warmed my heart to see that my husband and I did something right, that we raised kids with good values and gold hearts.
My husband and that i had similar requests of Santa. But I, of course, had much more. First on my own list was immunity from acquiring anymore pounds as I get older (enough will do!). I want that awesome body I never had, the legs that turn heads, and the flawless skin without wrinkles. I want my 20/20 vision to stick around just a bit longer and menopause to pass me by unnoticed. I would like to be constantly, obliviously happy. And did I mention I would like to be skinny?
They were fun things to request, but should you read my entire list you will see that the truly important items came right at the end. I want the world to become at peace. I requested my family to become happy and healthy. I requested ckogtd parents and grandparents to become around us for several years to come. I asked in order to enjoy my children along with their children, and i also wanted to continue to be crazy about my husband around the day I married him.
After this fun exercise, we all sat down to speak about what we wanted and how we are going to have it. Regardless of the we requested, most of us agreed using one thing — whether you feel in Santa or otherwise not is irrelevant. The key would be to believe in yourself, then write down your list and go after it. Whenever you believe in yourself, the sky is definitely the limit!