It’s already a lot, this time of year. Moving the elf, hiding the gifts (where?), finding the hidden gifts to wrap and then re-hide, planning the menu and attending myriad holiday sing-a-longs and chorus concerts and hot chocolate parties and gift exchanges. Teacher gifts. Decorating.
It’s a lot – but it’s manageable, and it’s festive, and it’s fine, and we’re happy to do it. We really are. Except when we fool ourselves into thinking that it has to be perfect – after all, it’s when we expect perfection from ourselves that things start to fall apart. I have a friend who suggested trying a few French Toast Casserole recipes *this week* to determine which version would be best for Christmas morning. Spoiler alert: Christmas morning is NOT about the casserole.
Spoiler alert: it won’t be perfect. And at the same time, it will be. Post the pictures anyway, even if the wrapping paper is still on the floor and even if the kids are not wearing matching pajamas. In a few years, when those pictures pop up on your TimeHop or your Facebook Memories, you’ll be so glad you did. Because time flies whether you’re having fun or not, whether it’s perfect or not, whether it was the most delicious casserole or not. Don’t make it harder than it has to be – instead, give yourself the gift of imperfection this season. It’s the gift that keeps on giving. #TrustMe