“What I Love About Motherhood” is an on-going series I plan to do in which each month I will write about something I’m loving about motherhood. This will be as much for me as for anyone reading this blog. Taking the time to reflect in this way will help me focus on the positive side of motherhood and remind me of all the blessings I have to enjoy.
While I know this exercise will be personally uplifting, I sincerely hope that it will also encourage you to reflect on your own joys of motherhood!
I wrote this first post in the beginning of December, so if it seems chronologically out of place, that’s because it is! You can look forward to my post for January later in the month.
“What I Love About Motherhood”: December 2015
This is December. The Christmas season. I am currently loving buying Christmas presents for Aidan. He has more of a distinct personality and likes/dislikes this year than he did last year, so it’s a little more fun to shop. I can shop with the thoughts of, “Oh, Aidan would love this!”
I’m also looking forward to watching him with the presents this year. Last year he didn’t understand the concept of unwrapping gifts at all. I’m not sure what he’ll do this year, but I think he’ll be more into it. He had great fun with the paper last year, but I think he’ll actually get excited about the gifts this year.
Growing up, I had heard adults say that Christmas presents were even more fun as a parent than as a kid, and I was always skeptical. I thought no way could watching someone get presents be more fun than getting them! Through the years as I matured and became somewhat less selfish, I started to enjoy watching people open the presents that I had carefully selected for them. But I still preferred getting my own. (Just being real. :)) But this year, I think I’m definitely more excited about watching Aidan open his presents than I am about seeing what I get.
Why is that? Is it because kids still have that wide-eyed wonder of Christmas that many of us as adults have lost in the midst of Christmastime preparations? Is it because they get more excited about new toys than we do? Or is it just because I’m officially grown up and finally grasping the whole “It’s better to give than to receive” concept? It’s true that motherhood has a way of beating the selfishness out of you, so maybe that’s it.
Whatever the reason, having a kid at Christmastime is my favorite thing about motherhood this month.