“Baby’s First Christmas” Confessions

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When it comes to our kids and Christmas, we parents can sometimes go overboard. Whether it’s because our own childhood Christmas memories are idyllic or maybe because they’re not, a lot of us moms and dads seem to go into overdrive around this time of year. I attribute this to a vain attempt to recreate a Rockwellian version of the holidays that never existed in the first place.

Expecting Expats - Merry Christmas

With that in mind, here’s my ‘Baby’s First Christmas’ confession. In all the flurry and activity surrounding the season, I forgot to buy my firstborn a Christmas present. Yup. I didn’t even get him a card. How’s that for future therapy fodder? And I only realised it while clearing up the debris left over on my living room floor from unwrapping presents other people had given him.

While I was valiantly attempting to fend off white hot tears of motherly guilt, my husband didn’t feel any guilt about this whatsoever. As I recall, the conversation went a lot like this:

Me: But what are we going to tell him when he grows up and asks us what we gave him for his first Christmas?

Husband: We’ll tell him we kept him alive and say, “You’re welcome.”

Of course, our little 7 week old baby didn’t want for anything that first Christmas. He had his health, a safe roof over his head, no fear over where his next meal was coming from and love. Lots and lots of love.

As we approach his fourth Christmas, I’m happy to report that he still has all those things and much, much more. And he’s even finally gotten over his ‘big’ present from last year…me bringing home his baby brother on Christmas morning.

Image courtesy of Flickr, matthewreid

 

My name is Jodie. I'm a 38 year old Canadian working and living in Bangkok, Thailand. My husband and I are both international teachers - though I'm taking this year off to be a full-time mom.

When we're not busy with other people's kids, we try our hand at raising our own very curious nearly four year old son and his 9 and half month old brother. When it comes to parenting, like most of us, I’m making a lot of it up as I go along .

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