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Mom's Christmas wish list

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Mom's Christmas wish list Mom's Christmas wish list

Any parent worth their salt tells their kids the same thing around Christmas time: 'Please, don't get me anything!' Before I had kids, I used to think this was a tricky ploy parents used in a subversive effort to suck more out of their children. Reverse Psychology 101, textbook material. It's sort of like people coming over around dinner time, announcing they're starving, then watching you chow down. You feel bad for people who say they don't want anything, especially if these people gave you life.

This year, my children are actually at an age where they can accompany one of us to the store and pick out their own gifts for us. They've amassed some allowance money, squandered some birthday cash and stolen from tables and dressers in our home. They have money to burn (even if it's not theirs and all in change.) With her fortune burning a hole in her pocket, my 8-year-old asked me what I'd like for Christmas this year, so I gave her the parent party line, 'Please, don't get me anything for Christmas, sweetheart. Your love is enough.'

I added the 'your love is enough' bit myself. I thought it would soften the blow, and she'd be content giving her yummy love for free. This way, she could continue to save her money for more Ferocious Animal Journals in good conscience. (You can't buy a Ferocious Animal Journal. You can buy a normal notebook, read your Ferocious Animal book and then copy the pictures of the animals into your new notebook. It's a laborious process.)

Well, she wasn't content. She kept pushing me for specifics. 'Mom, you have us make our Christmas wish lists out for you. Why can't you make out a Christmas wish list for us?' She looked up at me with a twinkle in her eye, knowing she had hit on a good argument. Our family is all about equality equal effort, equal decision-making and equal time on the toilet. If I wanted to get something nice for them, then she wanted to get something nice for me.

Of course, I love her for that right there. My kids are my Christmas. I figured I could get creative and show her this in list form. 'OK, sweetie. Here's what I want for Christmas.'  

Mom's Christmas List:

  1. 1.A poem, picture or card you made just for me.
  2. 2.Hot cocoa on the couch.
  3. 3.Coffee in bed.
  4. 4.Cuddle time (extra).
  5. 5.Slumber party on Christmas Eve.
  6. 6.One day in pajamas, all day.
  7. 7.Movie time together.
  8. 8.Fun family day out.
  9. 9.More smiles, laughs and hugs.
  10. 10.Extra kisses, if you can swing it.

I gave her my list and watched her take it in. She sat on her stool and read through it twice before she turned the paper over and grabbed the pencil out of my hand. 

'No, Mumma. All of those things are free. Here's what you need.' She wrote out a new list for me.

Mom's Christmas list for REAL:

  1. 1.Books
  2. 2.Cookies
  3. 3.PJ's
  4. 4.A cook book
  5. 5.A cozy blanket
  6. 6.A coffee mug
  7. 7.Teaching supplies
  8. 8.A journal for ideas for articles
  9. 9.Candle
  10. 10.Sweatshirt
  11. 11.Kasey Musgraves cd
  12. 12.A movie
  13. 13.FAMILY

I couldn't believe my eyes. She had listed all my favorite things like Julie Andrews whiskers on kittens and warm woolen mittens. I didn't need any brown paper packages tied up with string or wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings. I needed her.

'Meggie, my love, those are all nice, but do you know what the nicest one is?' I asked her.

'It's numbah 13, isn't it Mumma?' she said.

'Yep, you guessed it. You are my numbah 13, Meg.'


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