Heather and I met via Twitter a few years ago and have been fast friends since. She’s one of the core BWTs (Broads Who Tweet) and is one of the funniest, caring and giving persons that I know. She continuously gives back to her community and church and nothing is more important to her than her family. You can’t be in the same room with Heather and not immediately fall in love with her.
My boy is all of 9 years old, and has already determined what is cool/not cool, babyish/not babyish. Certain clothes don’t fly any more, and toys, well, they mostly stay in the basket, or on the ground. It is all about friends and video games (groaning and eye rolling from the grown up here).
Raising my child in the Triad has been wonderful because there is so much to do, and a lot of it is free or very inexpensive. We have some of the best day trips around, and museums, art, and history that can be soaked up by even the very little people in our lives.
Christmas has been no exception. We always go to see Santa, the lights at Tanglewood (and stop for hot cocoa and roast marshmallows outside the Moravian store), Christmas at the Carolina (free movie and food-what?), and anything else I could Google.
There are of course the other traditions: making a gingerbread house, watching The Grinch on Christmas Eve, church, the food, pj’s left by an elf that clearly failed the course in how to wrap.
Last Christmas I warned myself that he was getting close. I tried not to look disappointed when he refused to sit on Santa’s lap, chalking it up to his unusually placed shyness. I knew this year would be different. Some of our old traditions would be “babyish.” (Sigh, or maybe that was me sucking in a little tear)
To my surprise, my child has mentioned more Christmas Traditions to me this year than ever before. He apparently remembers all of them, and they are all important to him, and he wants to do them all, still. He is recalling them like a much older person though, “Mom, remember how we watch The Grinch on Christmas Eve? Let’s do that again this year, ok?”
I am still worried about this Christmas though. We all know 9 years old is borderline (I can’t even type out what I am talking about, I just feel too guilty even saying it) about the Big Man.
Why? Well, my child asked for an XBOX 360…the ONLY thing he has asked for, ONLY. He has a Wii already, and a DS, and plays both more than I like. SO, we are not spending $250 on a new gaming system, and then the parts and games to go along with it. I mean, that is cra cra.
So, what do I do? He won’t tell me anything else he wants. There will be no big reveal moment on Christmas morning, instead there me be sadness, and doubt. Now, I have taught him manners, and he is very gracious, truly, but I don’t want him upset on such a special day.
Seriously, suggestions, how do I handle this?
Heather DeDona a.k.a. The Triad Agent with Keller Williams Realty. You can read Heather’s blogs about the area and real estate at TheTriadAgent.com. Heather can also be found on Facebook, Twitter, and LinkedIn.