Compassionate Mom of the Year
I posted the old Santa photos below several years ago; however, every time I stumble across them again I get the giggles. I hope it might make some of you chuckle, too. And the good news is a more recent photo proves my oldest girl’s first encouter with Jolly, Old Saint Nick did not traumatize her. Imitation is the sincerest of flattery, no?
Always one to show empathy and to respect the developmental needs and dignity of my children, here I am, four Christmases ago, with my firstborn ever-so-gently encouraging her to cozy up with Santa. Never mind the absolute terror in her eyes. Never mind that on any other day I would never dream of plopping my precious progeny on the lap of any stranger. Never mind that this stranger happens to be wearing a big red suit, foreboding, black boots, and an impressive white mane and has excessive facial hair.
C’mon, sweet girl, smile! Everyone loves jolly, old St. Nick. Please be joyful as I capture this moment of abandonment when I leave you in the hands of a stranger!