Several years ago I took the “Five Languages of Love” test, and my top two love languages came as no surprise: gift giving and acts of service. The test has you answer a handful of simple questions that determine how you best show love to others, and subsequently, how you like to receive it. So, essentially, if you’re looking to throw a little affection my way, the two best ways to do that are with presents and lending a helping hand. (I won’t linger on what this says about me as a person, but, hmm.)
The real upside to this is that when Christmas rolls around, I get to have a field day and over-indulge on my love languages ... it’s a lot of fun.
Most of the time I have our gift lists all but wrapped up before December, but this year, I’m way behind. I’m choosing to blame it on moving and trying to get settled into the new house, but I have a lot of catching up to do, and this past weekend was nothing short of a full-on elf-fest.
Mike and I got a sitter for a few hours and went shopping like true serious professionals. We had been trying to do some stealthy reconnaissance on our kids, nieces, nephews and their teachers, so we could be better prepared when we walked the aisles, and boy were we! We started in the candy aisle, moved over for a brief stint in gift wrap, and then power walked our way over to the toy aisle for some serious gift hauling.
I’ll admit, in years past, I’m guilty of trying to buy presents I think the kids should like. A couple of years ago, I even went so far as to do all of our Christmas shopping at The Learning Express. After the fifth-educational themed gift, the twinkle dwindled out of their hopeful eyes, and I felt pretty badly for dashing their dreams. Having learned that lesson, we try hard to get the kids what they want, within reason. I can’t understand how Parker could possibly want more Pokemon cards, why Charlotte insists on all the dolls or how Cooper could be excited with a hundred different matchbox cars and monster trucks, but … they are!
Now we've stopped fighting it and got the little motley crew just what they wanted, not what I wanted for them, which feels like a moment of personal growth as a mom. I highly doubt this is the end of me imposing my will upon them, after all, what are moms for, but they’re pretty good kiddos and deserve to get crazy-excited as they open their presents on Christmas morning. Truth be told, the fun of it for me is watching them tear through their gifts with utter delight, so it's a win-win anyway.
Jordan Schupbach is a mother of three living in the Fulshear area. She blogs at www.lattesandliving.com - sharing the good, the bad and the frenzied.