All my life I was raised to be grateful for what I had. This was especially true at Christmas. I may not have always gotten every gift that I had on my wish list, but my mom worked hard to ensure that my Christmas was always magical.
I know we live in a society that is always seeking more and I certainly don’t want to raise my daughter thinking that more gifts is what makes Christmas special. I want to teach her what is truly important about this season: Jesus, family, and love.
That being said, this year I can’t help but wish for more.
There should be one more stocking hung with care.
There should be one more pair of Christmas PJs carefully picked to match baby sister’s.
There should be cars and trucks and blocks wrapped in pretty paper with blue bows.
There should be more laughter and noise filling our house.
There should be more little foot steps running down the hall.
There should be more beautiful chaos, more excited voices, more bright eyes all aglow.
There should be more sticky fingers covered in icing and sprinkles as we decorate cookies.
There should be more sweater vests and bow ties.
There should be more.
I am so grateful beyond measure for our Madeline, but there should be more.
There should be Joshua.
So for those with aching hearts, missing your child, your parent, your grandparent, your spouse, your friend, I give you permission to wish for more this year. Be grateful for your blessings, but it is okay to acknowledge that your greatest wish is just one more moment with that missing piece of your heart.
I pray you all have a beautiful and peaceful Christmas and that 2015 is full of many blessings and joy.