Archive | December 2013

Wow, Karma, that was Quick!

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Well, in my last blog post, I wrote about how I threw Santa under the bus when my son asked for a toy we did not have by telling him that Santa did not bring it.  I wish I had not blamed Santa, but I did.  Not my finest hour.

I am a person who generally doesn’t believe in Karma.  While I am mindful about what kind of energy I put out into the universe, I really try to let it go from there.  In my estimation, the universe is a pretty giant, random and disorganized place.  I find it a little much to expect that my actions are being tracked and that I will somehow be rewarded or punished for them.  It just seems like a little too much bookkeeping for the universe to do.

My last few days, however, have brought the question of whether I believe in Karma back up for debate.  Because if Karma does exist, she’s just laid a doozey at my doorstep.  In my quest to encourage my children to believe in Christmas and Santa, my husband and I forgot that we needed an exit strategy.  In our excitement, we did not consider the possibility that our children might not comprehend that Santa is an annual treat, not a nightly visitor.  This morning, days after Christmas, like every day since Christmas, my daughter continues her habit of joyously exclaiming that “Santa’s coming!”  It used to bring a smile to my face, now, the words stop me in my tracks.

What a Grinch I feel like when I get into the yucky task of explaining to a two year old that Santa is not returning for a loooong time.  Of course, I pepper it with details like how Santa had to go home and rest and that he lives very far away and he will return next Christmas.  But all my explaining does nothing to diminish the sadness that appears on her face…every time.

Now I’m not saying that Karma has presented me with another 350+ days of this, because I imagine this will be over before February.  But I am thinking that maybe I’m better safe than sorry and next time, I’ll mind my words about Santa…just in case.

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Yes, Santa…I’ve got some explaining to do

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This Christmas was the first Christmas where my children were aware of the whole “Santa brings the toys” phenomenon.  If I am being honest, it may have been lost on them, were it not for my campaign to make Santa a key player this holiday season. I played Christmas specials a few times a week, told them that Santa’s bringing toys and pointed him out to them as we passed every 5 foot inflatable lawn Santa.

Little by little, it began to sink in and they seemed to understand that Santa was coming to our home.  If you asked them “who was coming,” they’d chirp, “Santa!”  Follow up with “what does Santa bring?” and they’d shout out “toys,” like anxious contestants on a game show.

I was excited.  As a mom, I want them to Believe.  I want them to believe in possibilities, in magical and exciting things.  I was totally diggin’ it…or so I thought.

I thought I was fine with the idea that Santa got all the credit, and my husband and I were saddled with the assembly and receipts.  Really, it’s the natural order of things where Santa’s concerned.  Like my father before me applying sticker after sticker on my three foot Barbie Dream Camper– my dream, but a total nightmare for my Dad.

I thought I was fine with the Santa situation.  My analytic mind says I’ve got little aggression toward Santa.  Here’s why.

As I was applying sticker after sticker on our kids’ pretend kitchen, my son handed me a box of train tracks he had opened on Christmas morning.  He was pointing to a bridge that was additional, and not included, a toy company practice which is a little cruel for a toddler if you ask me.  Is he really out of line to expect that if something’s on the box, it would have been in the box?  But I digress…

He kept pointing to the suggested bridge on the box, and without even thinking, I threw Santa under the bus.

“Sorry sweetie, we don’t have that bridge…Santa didn’t bring it.”  The blaming words were out there and I couldn’t take them back.  What had that jolly man done to me?

I guess if there’s a naughty list, my name would be toward the top.

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The Stuf of Urban Legends…

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I was in Target the other day, and spied something that, for me, until that moment, was only an urban legend.  I’d seen blogs, and internet images, but nothing with my own eyes.  Like Big Foot or the Abominable Snowman, I had heard stories, I had even seen postings on Facebook, but I had no firsthand knowledge.  I was skeptical.

And there it was, out of the corner of my eye, a package of Mega Stuf Oreo Cookies.  The packages of Mega Stuf Oreos were mixed in with the huge variety of Oreos that exists today, so I did a double take to ensure I was not mistaken.  I carefully retrieved the package from the shelf, making certain I did not accidentally grab a package of Double Stuff in all my excitement.

I paid for my groceries and quickly and headed home.  Lucky for me it was one of those times when my kids were in bed and asleep, so I could dedicate my energy to what, as I am writing this, seems like a ridiculous caper for a grown adult.  But if you consider the fact that I dedicated an entire week of my blog to Marshmallow Peeps, I imagine it probably makes sense.

Once home, I grabbed a glass of milk and opened the pull tab exposing the Mega Stuf Oreo beauties.  I immediately noticed that the extra filling costs you some serious numbers in terms of cookies, but clearly this was a sacrifice I was willing to make.

I selected my cookie, my very first Mega Stuf Oreo Cookie. I submerged it in my milk for about 10 seconds.  My way is not for everyone, I am just a dunker by nature.  I lifted the cookie to my mouth and bit down into a soft creamy Oreo perfection.  Perhaps an excessive amount of cream for others, it was the perfect amount of cream center for me, Oreo Nirvana.

As I had my third of the three cookies I allotted myself, I had a thought.  After this, will I ever be satisfied with a Double Stuffed Oreo…let alone an ordinary single stuffed Oreo again?

So here lies the question that marries Nabisco and Tennyson.  Is it better to have loved Mega Stuf Oreos and lost than never to have loved Mega Stuf Oreos at all?

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