Pass the champs and hold me. It happened.
My daughter’s first “grown-up” Christmas. She officially went from Tot to Tween right before my very sleep deprived eyes. I’m not sure how to process this. Sure there were quite a few American Girl dolls, but those are the only toys she held onto. This year, Santa made it down the chimney with rock and roll albums, Beats by Dre, Taylor Swift tickets, Hunter Wellies and an iPad 2 mini, basically things I thought wouldn’t invade my home for at least another five plus years.
I’m not going to lie, this morning surely shook up my emotions. I had to remind myself to breathe a few times. And I’m not sure how many more years of magic we have left.” -JetSet Mom
Boy, was I wrong.
Secretly, I was so relieved she continued the Christmas pj tradition with her elf Hanna Andersson pajamas – I’m hoping this never goes away and something she one day does with her family.
She felt so grown-up when she opened a box filled with Clinique facial soaps and moisturizer. I could see the wheels starting to turn in that little head of hers and how proud she was for that brief moment that Santa considered her more of a “teen” than a “tot.” As the never-ending pile of gifts began to dwindle down, Tot began to segregate each gift into two piles. The “tween” pile and the “kid” pile. This tore at my heart strings.
No more Barbies and Gymboree boxes, hello… Vineyard Vines, Abercrombie and Crew Cuts. I’m actually OK with this since all three carry very appropriate styles. Thank goodness she still has a few years in Tea Collection and Peek! Aren’t You Curious. Truthfully? As long as the box or bag doesn’t say Justice or Victoria’s Secret, I can handle it.
Oh, and a Starbucks card. This freaked me out. Even though she only orders smoothies at the franchise, I still imagine my baby walking in this holiday with her oversized heart sunglasses, slinging her Betsey Johnson all in the name of feeling grown-up.
The one thing that hasn’t vanished is her kindness. Her heart. And her innocence. As much as she loved feeling like a one of her teenage Big Buddies at school, she still loved the $4.00 Guatemalan worry dolls Santa left in her stocking the most.
She’s told us so many times today how this has been the best Christmas ever. And I have to agree with her. Even though it scared the bejeezus out of me, I still can’t shake the pure and utter happiness plastered across her beautiful soon to be eight years old face.
I’m not going to lie, this morning surely shook up my emotions. I had to remind myself to breathe a few times. And I’m not sure how many more years of Santa magic we have left, but one thing’s for sure, I will gladly wake up before 5 am on my day off to embrace these precious memories for as long as I can.
Merry Christmas + Peace on Earth,