There’ll be no crying over ponies
Yesterday, I walked into the new Tractor Supply store and explained to an older guy that my kid wanted a rope for Christmas. I thought he'd think I was a complete idiot. Instead, he said "Sure, 'lil lady, follow me," and led me to an end rack filled with children's lariats.
Holy cow — I felt like Super Mom — I could hear the theme song playing behind me and the confetti falling from the sky as I exited the store with the final, weird item my boys had requested for Christmas. It was a weird hodge podge this year of electronics, games, WWII play sets and ropes. Seriously, who asks Santa for a rope?
My high ended when I checked the status of a certain pony that is supposed to be coming via UPS. There wasn't a single spring-horse in this entire town so I had to scurry online for one from a Target in Illinois. They garunteed shipping by Christmas. I guess that means Christmas Eve, leaving me to fret over this stupid horse all weekend and hope beyond hope that it arrives so Christmas isn't ruined.
I went into our warehouse and explained the importance of this package to a coworker, making him promise me that this package would end up under my tree no matter what the cost. Tears came to my eyes.
Then I heard myself, all frantic about a pony, and I thought "The hell happened to me? How did I get to be this person who freaks over a pony and a rope?"
Right there in the warehouse, I just let it go and reminded myself that Christmas is about so much more than opening presents. That Santa can't always deliver on time, and that's okay. And that first and foremost, I'm never going to let myself become one of those people who fights over a Furby on Christmas Eve or cries in a warehouse because she doesn't have a pony.
I'm refocused on the more important things, like enjoying the drive this weekend to look at Christmas lights, the laughter and the wine in the kitchen as they pies get rolling, and the hugs from my family for no reason at all other than its Christmas.
It's gonna be great — with or without that pony.
Merry Christmas everyone!
(The Haute Mamas are taking a much needed vacation until 2013)