Just when I thought for sure we would tumble off that ledge, we all managed to pull ourselves back to solid ground. Bubbly saw the attachment specialist again, who says our attachment is fine, she is just one really smart little girl who knows how to push my buttons. It was as if she wrapped up the best Christmas present ever, stuck a bow on it and handed it to me. All the worry just melted away. Peace, at Christmas. God’s little gift to me.
The boys did get to sit on Santa’s lap. Diva didn’t love him. In fact, she disliked him so much that she kicked him in a rather sensitive area in an attempt to be released from his lap. Ah well, sorry Santa. Only one of my daughter’s would give Santa a kick to the groin to avoid a picture with him. It is what it is. The boys told him all their heart’s desires, and we left with this…
I was SO sad that all my children couldn’t participate in this tradition. Honestly, it was eating me. Tradition is a HUGE thing for me. I have this scrapbook that is labeled “Sitting on Santa’s Lap”. It has pics of all the kids with Santa, one for every year. What the heck was I going to do without the Bubbly in the pic? I have a lovely pic of Diva lying on the ground near Santa’s feet SCREAMING that will go perfectly in the album, it’s just so her this year. But what about Bubbly? After visiting with the therapist, I learned that I had to let some of these traditions go. That with the addition of older kids to the family, other things are more important than sitting on Santa’s lap and snapping a photo. So, we took a more important pic tonight. Here is Bubbly, sitting on her mama’s lap. This pic will go right with the other pics in the scrapbook, to remind me that some things are just more important.
who wishes you a very Merry Christmas!