Happy New Year! I know I’m not the only one who isn’t used to the idea of 2012 yet. Can I get a show of hands? I’m also betting that I’m not the only one regretting some of my food choices over the past week. Today while at Target I actually considered licking all the grocery cart handles, in hopes of picking up a quick post holiday GI infection. I figure I could drop about 5 lbs in 24 hours, rather than go the traditional route of eating right and exercising. Due to my hypochondria, I decided against it and spent a lame 40 minutes in my home gym (aka: on my elliptical in the freezing basement that smells like kitty litter).
Traditionally, Christmas morning starts early in our house—usually right about 6:00 am. Not this year though. It was right about 4:44, while the rest of the world was still sleeping as they should, we were woken up in the dark by Jack, as he was bending over our white duvet to tell us he had a bloody nose. You don’t get that kind of news and easily go back to sleep, so once Billy controlled the bleeding, we headed downstairs to open gifts. There were about 13 people surrounding the tree, and believe it or not, we were able to maintain some orderly structure as we watched our children’s Christmas lists come to life.
Jack and Will received the typical things: Legos, science kits, action figures, and other boyish kinds of items. (They each got a pillow pet too, but might be embarrassed to have you know that). Faith’s main gift this year was something I never thought we’d buy. Ever. This year she received a gift card to purchase her very own American Girl doll.
Faith is a girly girl in every way, except that she’s never liked dolls. It’s not that I haven’t tried either. Every doll she got from about age 2 on, she would tell me, “My new doll smells funny”. And then she’d never play with it again. I did not expect her to get into the whole American Girl trend, and frankly, I was great with that. Until about two months ago, when she came downstairs holding a catalog saying, “Mommy, I need $243.18 by Dec. 1 in order to get free shipping”. I snorted out loud, thinking she was joking. She was not. So as any good mother ought to do, I got down on her level and said in my most nicest voice, “Honey, remember your daddy? Well, he’s the only one with a job in our family, and if we bought that doll, we might not have enough money for groceries”. She seemed to understand and didn’t ask me again.
Through the month of November she did talk about her savings and how she’d have enough for a doll by March. I don’t know what came over me, but the next thing I knew, I’d was telling Billy we needed to get the girl a gift card for Christmas to pick out her very own doll. Billy never argues with me, unless its about how many times I dropped my phone that day, so he jumped on board and were about to be the best parents in the world.
On December 26th, we headed down south to the fanciest mall in town. I’m so glad I didn’t go with my typical active wear that day, considering the way the other mom’s were dressed as they shopped in the American Girl store. It felt sort of like a contest—who was the cutest mom/daughter pair, and how many accessories were they buying??? We would’ve totally won for best pair, (thanks to Faith’s killer looks) except that we didn’t get the new doll’s hair done in the store’s salon. Yeah, I know. Totally creepy. Plus, we only bought one outfit to go with the doll, and that seemed a little minimal compared to those waiting in line with us.
I’m trying very hard to be supportive of my daughter’s new friend, even though her eyes freak me out when they randomly open and close. Faith takes her all over the house. She props her up to watch her play games and make crafts. At bedtime, Faith carefully lays her next to the bed, bundled up all snuggly and warm with a stuffed animal. Watching Faith enjoy her gift makes me happy. She calls her doll by name, like a real friend would. At first, Faith thought a good name for her doll would be Hope, but after two hours, Faith decided Grace was better. I don’t know about you, but I’m holding on to my Faith, as I hope for the grace to teach my daughter who she is, Who God is, and how to always look for ways to let her little light shine!