Our first Christmas

Christmas Day with 10-week-old Wilder was not unlike many days spent with my little man. Eat. Sleep. Poop. Repeat. Only it was fantastic. Daddy Bedgood was on hand all day whether it was carrying Wilder around the living room much to his delight or finishing up Christmas dinner dishes I unexpectedly had to abandon due to what I can only guess was a growth spurt (aka eat eat eat).
The original Momma Bedgood (heretofore referred to as Maw Maw per her request) made the trek from Mississippi with her husband (heretofore referred to as Paw Paw). And so Wilder got an extra dose of love an unabashed adoration. (We’ll work on the attribute of humility later.)
In the morning he wore a cute fleece pajama for a few minutes that Daddy’s coworker gave him. (The three month size on our ten week old was like a little sausage casing.) And a super cute Santa hat courtesy of my cousin Erin.
He spent most of the day in a cute velvet red outfit trimmed in plaid.
He had a meltdown when dinner was ready and so I ate with my free hand while holding him. And didn’t mind a bit. And suspect that won’t be the last time.
We didn’t do a lot in the way of gifts. Maybe I am being pragmatic (there’s a first for everything) but it seemed kind of nuts for us to buy him a bunch of stuff and wrap it since he can’t begin to understand. I bought him a sweet new mobile, which he loves and understands very much. And Daddy couldn’t resist buying him a share in the Green Bay Packers.
While I look forward to next year when he can tear wrapping paper with abandon I also hope I keep some perspective and keep his eyes always on the reason we celebrate – Jesus. Period. And for him to never equate love with material things. (If Daddy Bedgood is reading this … ignore that last statement. When you buy me crap I love you more. It’s true.)
And so if love is the greatest gift then Wilder made out like a bandit this year.

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About Amanda Jean Elliott

I am a joyful believer in Jesus Christ, a mother, a sister, a writer, a maker of gluten free roux and a style editor. I love my son Wilder and the wild life that comes with a 4-year-old who has the energy of a pack of wolves. I also love naps (a lot). I love to cook and create my favorite dishes without gluten not because I'm trendy and anti-gluten so much as it makes me feel like I've been run over by a pack of wolves. I teach 5th and 6th grade girls Sunday School and have a classroom of the greatest girls I could imagine. Girls who often teach me more than I teach them. I believe these girls and many others are the spark to start a fire for The Lord the likes of which this world has never seen. I see more and more girls learning about more than just who God is ... but, learning about who God says THEY are. It is my prayer for every woman to know without doubt that we have a good good Father in heaven and whatever is not right on this earth, He will make right in this life or the next.
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One Response to Our first Christmas

  1. Enjoyed reading this, very good stuff, appreciate it. “It is well to remember that the entire universe, with one trifling exception, is composed of others.” by John Andrew Holmes.

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