Hope everybody is having a wonderful Christmas weekend.
I’ve decided to delve back into the blogging world, at least in a more personal way (I already do a beauty blog). I started vlogging about a month ago, but figured that I could expand it and provide a little more insight into my life (You can visit my Youtube page for the previous vlogs I’ve done, all subsequent posts will be posted on this site as well). Being a young mom (I’m 20 years old, with a 9 1/2 month old girl), it can get isolating at times. I can appreciate the need for a strong support system, as well as the desire to have people you can relate to. I feel that having an outlet for your thoughts and feelings is extremely important. Writing has always been a way for me to do so, and sometimes the only way I could let my true feelings out. My hope is that my experiences can help others in a similar situation as mine.
However, I can continue more deeply into this topic at another point in time because tonight is Christmas eve, and that is a very special milestone in my baby’s life.
Her first Christmas.
For baby’s first Christmas we decided to spend the eve quietly at home. What better chance for some quality family time? Instead of running around seeing all the family (which would have been a chaotic day I’m sure), we took it easy, or as easy as having a little baby can be, and spent our evening as a little family unit. Although sometimes it can be frustrating, things don’t always go as planned, tempers can be short, the baby doesn’t want to go to sleep, she’s fussy, she’s needy, there’s dishes to be done, my knee is hurt and swollen and I hardly even remember hitting it… these are the times that we will cherish, just mommy, daddy and baby. Time as a family is special; however dysfunctional it can get.
Now, the baby is asleep, tummies are full, eyes are slightly groggy, the house is quiet, the daily duties have been accomplished, and it is now my time.
In all honesty, I am quite excited for the morning. Not for myself, but for my baby Sofie. In the past I’ve always looked forward to opening my presents, morning couldn’t come sooner. As I have gotten older I have come to want, or need, less and less each year. Yet I have been wanting to give more and more. There is something rather rewarding about being able to give a gift, and see the joy you can bring to others. I know the baby won’t appreciate it that much this year (or even remember it); she’ll probably just want to play with the wrapping paper, but even being able to give her something, however insignificant it might be in the future, means a lot to me. We are not the richest or have the perfect home or life, but we are comfortable, and we are content. There’s no shame in wanting more, but for tonight, for this weekend, it’s all good.
I guess it’s the principle of it all, tradition, or whatever you might want to call it. I want to give the best that I can for my baby, and I want her to have everything she needs. It is her first Christmas, and I want it to be the best that it can be.
With that said, we have a big day ahead of us in the morning. Presents to unwrap, places to go, people to see. I should rest up while I can.
Until next time, hope you all have a wonderful Holiday weekend.