




Barrett's first Christmas. December 25, 2009. Stop. Pause. Blink. Poof. And then it's all but a memory. This year, I was more excited than ever and as it goes with time's cruel joke, the season whizzed by faster than ever.Truth be told, I felt a little lost this season. While I was excited, I felt a little like a wobbly fawn figuring out my legs for the first time. This was my first Christmas as a mom. But Barrett wasn't quizzing me about Santa, tearing through gifts and writing wish lists for Xbox and bikes. He was just a baby! Why was this a surprise to me? I'm not sure. I sort of imagined him running down the stairs saying "Santa's been here!" Plus, we went over to my mom's house and camped out there for a few days, so it was just like Christmas when I was a kid, only I had a kid. I don't know why, but I was just not sure of how to navigate that. Luckily, Barrett was a lot more like a doll than a Christmas-crazed-kid. He looked, he awed, he smiled, he ate, he wet his diaper and then went to bed.
We introduced Barrett to the Christmas Eve tradition of going to the Walnut Room at Marshall Fields, er Macy's, on State Street. This is a tradition I plan to keep each year. It was magical, even with a 5:45 a.m. wake-up call. Of course, followed-up by a Christmas Eve church service. He loved the lights and songs. And, I was brought to tears during the service while smelling my Bear's sweet head, thanking God for two gifts this year, his son and mine.
It is heart warming to see my family and John's family around him. Barrett is so loved, so cherished. And, he completely has me hook-line-and sinker. I guess that's what Christmas is all about, so I suppose I wasn't as lost as I thought.






