My mom loved spoiling us for Christmas. Or rather, she put in a lot of effort to make sure that we had fantastic Christmases. She was always given a budget (set by dad), which she always supplimented with her own meager income. There were always the same amount of presents for both my sister and I, which cost the exact same amount. Talking to my friends once I left the home, I was shocked to hear that most people didn't get 7 gifts, and a never-ending stocking for Christmas. I had always assumed that my mother's effort was normal.
One particular event stands out for some reason. I was in middle school, and it was December, and I had "NOTHING TO WEAR!! (ZOOMMG!!)". I was standing in the kitchen, crying while I was tearing through the clean clothes pile (which usually encased half of the kitchen table.. our family was never on it when it came to folding clothes), looking for something "Cool" to wear. My mom watched me, distraught for a couple minutes before saying "Okay, Libby... I'll give you one of your Christmas presents early" and went into the garage, emerging with a shipping box. Out she pulled the most beautiful red and blue plaid shirt that I had ever seen (note, this was around 1991). I waltzed into school that day feeling like a million dollars, as my mom must have known that I would have.
Basically, my mom went above and beyond to embody the Christmas Spirit for us all. And she realized that it wasn't just the day that matters, its how you make each other feel all year round. I just hope that I am able to embody the same selflessness when it comes time to spoil my children.
(Author's note: I'm starting to realize that this blog might in fact, do more to expose what a brat I was as a child. Future children of mine, take note: Don't even think about it.)
