On a day that was meant 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 far more appealing than cleansing the garage. To prevent feeling guilty, I went upstairs and attempted to do nothing at all
A few hours later, my husband arrived in to the bedroom having a smile on his face along with a stack of papers in his hand. “Letters to Santa,” he announced. He dropped them on the bed and headed back for 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 got become. I had an understanding — why not get everyone to write a letter to Santa this year? It might be fun and interesting to find out 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 their priorities have changed but their values haven’t. I found that toys were substituted for “boys” or “girls.” Getting good grades was replaced with obtaining a good solid degree. Health and happiness had been a priority for many, and peace on earth was an essential concern. It warmed my heart to see that my partner and I did something right, we raised kids with good values and gold hearts.
My husband and that i had similar requests of Santa. But I, obviously, had many more. First on my own list was immunity from acquiring any more pounds because i age (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 move 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 if you were to read my entire list you would notice that the truly important items came right at the end. I want our world to get at peace. I requested our kids to become happy and healthy. I asked for ckogtd parents and grandparents to be around us for quite some time in the future. I asked in order to enjoy my children and their children, and that i wished to continue to be deeply in love with my partner around the day I married him.
Following this fun exercise, we all sat down to discuss what we should wanted and just how we are going to get it. Regardless of what we asked for, all of us agreed on one thing — whether you believe in Santa or otherwise not is irrelevant. The key is to have confidence in yourself, then write down your list and go after it. Once you believe in yourself, the sky is the limit!