This is my darling daughter's first Christmas. She won't remember anything about it. Not one note of "White Christmas" or one twinkle of the tree lights. She doesn't care if I will have to unwrap for her the packages I just wrapped last week. She'll never be able to tell me from memory what she got, what she wore or who she saw. So why on earth am I bothering to make such a fuss?
Because we waited for this angel to land for over 4 years, and finally, FINALLY, I get to experience Christmas from the perspective of a mother. I hear her laugh as I sing the songs to her. I get to see those lights twinkling in her eyes. I'll watch her grip the wrapping paper and try to put it in her mouth, probably ignoring the toys themselves. I'll relish the "oohs" and "aahs" of friends and family who meet her for the first time, and delight in their comments of how adorable she is in her cute Christmas outfit.
That's why I bother to make such a fuss. Because I'm her mother, and I'm having a blast!