It’s a known fact that my least favorite part about being a nurse is working holidays, especially Christmas. And this year was my Christmas Eve and Christmas to work. Twelve hours each day. I didn’t want to do it. I made it known to everyone, maybe a little too much. I may have done a little whining. I may have done a little pouting. I may have shed a few tears. I may have started all of this in September and repeated it until December 23rd. I am not proud of my child-like behaviors. I guess I just really love being home with my family on Christmas.
So when I was able to receive the only gift I really wanted for Christmas, getting off work early on Christmas Eve and getting the entire 12 hours of Christmas Day off, I was so very happy. I may have done a little celebrating. I may have done a lot of excessive hugging. I may have shed a few tears. Because I was able to attend Christmas Eve church with them. I sat next to my family with candles lit and heard the sweet voices of my E’s as they sang Silent Night. I was able to have our special dinner with them and tuck them into bed that night. I was able to wake up with them the next morning and make coffee with D and watch the kids open up their stockings. I was able to help make our traditional cinnamon rolls and take photos as the kids helped roll out the dough, like they always do. I was able to enjoy the entire day with them as we opened gifts and played with the gifts and lounged in our PJs all day, listening to Christmas music and watching Christmas movies. It was the very best gift and I am so very grateful. Because I’m realizing as I get older and as my kids get older, that the very best gift is really the gift of time. And I am beyond blessed to have this time with them.
A few weeks before Christmas when I was still exhibiting my child-like behaviors regarding working the holiday, Eli told me before bed one night that he was praying I wouldn’t have to work it and that I could be home with them. So thankful for a son that was a bit more mature than his mom and decided to pray instead of whine, and so thankful God answered his prayer.