I've been behind the curtain, and I've seen the secrets of Christmas presents and Easter egg hunts and money under pillows. I've moved past the 'wonder and amazement' era of my life, and into 'living vicariously through my child' territory.
And it's fine. Really, it is.
Because reliving the excitement of holidays as a kid, through Brigid, has been absolutely amazing. It's almost better than when I was a kid, in fact, because I appreciate the excitement more from the outside than I ever did when I was right in the middle of it.
As a kid, you don't know what it's like to lose that excitement. As an adult, it's already too late.
I haven't given up, though. Even if it's not the same as it was, I still love the holidays. I adore decorating and shopping and planning fun surprises (although I've fallen down a rabbit hole of planning fun surprises for Christmas as early as April, if my Pinterest boards are to be believed, and that may be the sign of a holiday problem, but whatever...), so I am grateful to my darling, devilish, and overly-excitable little miss, for helping me to maintain that holiday love any way I can, even if it isn't quite the same love that it used to be.
Still...it would be nice to go back sometimes, wouldn't it?
Geez, mom...get over it already. And FIND ME MORE EGGS, WOMAN!
I love the holidays! As long as all my relatives leave us alone, that is. Since Elizabeth was born, they all keep coming to stay with us and causing me TONS of work. But without company stress, babies and holidays are fantastic!
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