"There's one of me and THREE of you," I exploded at my demanding children.
It doesn't exactly sound like the Spirit of Christmas, does it? Peace on earth? Goodwill to men? Not with this cranky momma! When my children were little the demands were high and the time was lacking.
What I wish someone had given me back in those days, is what I am going to give you right now...
I give you permission to not create the perfect Christmas, like something off of Pinterest.
I give you permission to abandon frantic baking of 10 different types of cookies in time for an early December party.
In fact, I give you permission to buy some from the store or at a local church cookie walk and abandon baking this year.
I give you permission to ditch the Christmas letter and fancy photo Christmas card. Besides, the most important people in your life know what you look like and will stay in touch enough to know what you have going on.
I give you permission to walk away from Christmas crafts, which can end up feeling like a battle with your child anyway. The world will not end if you don't create a handprint ornament or a foam bookmark declaring, "Jesus is the reason for the season!"
I give you permission to choose your battles when it comes to getting everyone dressed for church or the family celebration. The earth will not come off its axis if your son won't wear a fancy sweater or your daughter won't adorn herself in a frilly dress.
I give you permission to accept help from the local charity for Christmas presents because the medical bills are too high and the income is too low.
I give you permission to just stay home because everyone you know has a nasty respiratory bug and you just want to keep your medically fragile child at a healthy baseline.
I give you permission to HATE being inpatient or at the ER during the holidays.