As a mom

 As a mom, I don’t care about the gifts under the tree.

I don’t need anything wrapped with a bow or my name on it.

I just want my kids to wake up with eyes full of wonder.
I want the house to feel like magic, like the kind of morning they’ll talk about when they’re grown.
I want laughter in the living room and little feet running down the hall.
I want memories, not things.

Because the truth is, Christmas stopped being about me the moment I became their mom.
Their excitement is my gift.
Their joy is my favorite part of the whole season.

All I really want is for them to feel loved, safe, and completely wrapped in the magic of childhood.