On a day which 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 just 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 the best way to do, nevertheless it sounded a lot more appealing than cleansing the garage. To avoid feeling guilty, I went upstairs and made an effort to do nothing
A couple of hours later, my partner arrived in to our own bedroom having a smile on his face along with a stack of papers in the hand. “Letters to Santa,” he announced. He dropped them on the bed and headed back to the garage.
As I began reading the letter our kids wrote a long time ago, I couldn’t help but smile at how silly and gullible these were then and exactly how grown up and mature they have become. I Then had an idea — why not get everyone to write a letter to Santa this season? It might be fun and interesting to see how their wish lists changed because they have grown up.
At dinner, I announced my idea and was pleasantly impressed when my “gang” didn’t believe that I needed lost a marble or two. Afterwards, everyone disappeared within their rooms to compose their letters. Surprisingly, it took them much longer now around.
Because I read their “evolved” letters, it quickly became evident that the priorities have changed however their values haven’t. I found that toys were substituted with “boys” or “girls.” Getting good grades was replaced with getting a good solid degree. Health insurance and happiness had been a priority for those, and peace in the world was a significant concern. It warmed my heart to view that my partner and i also did something right, that people raised kids with good values and gold hearts.
My hubby and I had similar requests of Santa. But I, needless to say, had much more. First in my list was immunity from acquiring any more pounds as I age (enough will do!). I want that awesome body I never had, the legs that turn heads, as well as 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 would like to be constantly, obliviously happy. And did I mention I wish to be skinny?
These were fun things to request, but if you decide to read my entire list you would observe that the truly important items came right at the end. I want the world to get at peace. I requested our kids to get happy and healthy. I requested ckogtd parents and grandparents to get around us for several years to come. I asked in order to enjoy my children as well as their children, and that i wished to continue being crazy about my husband just as much as the day I married him.
After this fun exercise, all of us sat down to discuss what we wanted and how we are going to have it. Regardless of the we asked for, most of us agreed on a single thing — whether you think in Santa or otherwise not is irrelevant. The key is to believe in yourself, then write down your list and go after it. Whenever you have faith in yourself, the sky is the limit!