It has started. It's October 15, and I ordered my first Christmas present as a mother. It's a slippery slope. Naturally as parents we want to give our children the world, with the moon in the closet in case the world isn't enough.
It is my goal to get things for our son that will stimulate his imagination, foster his learning and build on his little skills, so it only makes sense that his first present is books.
But after placing my order, those pesky wheels started turning and suddenly I have a slew of gift ideas just waiting to burn a hole in my credit card. I imagine him toddling into the living room - because let's face it, he'll be walking by Christmas for sure - and being greeted by a glittering, glorious mountain of gifts. I do realize that he'll be more into eating the wrapping and playing with the boxes rather than the toys themselves, but a mother can at least imagine.
I have a lot of expectations for our son's first Christmas and - honestly and realistically - I just want to see him smile.
No comments:
Post a Comment