The Elf on the Shelf story book and Elf were introduced to the public in 2005. And since then, that innocent looking Elf has wreaked havoc around here! He’s been (unwittingly) threatening the belief in Santa since 2005 in this house!
I hate to sound all Scrooge-y, and I know all of you probably love him, but that Elf is driving me crazy!
In 2005 I had a 7-year-old, a 5-year-old and a newborn. We already had traditions, and the bigs were old enough to remember them. I couldn’t have some Elf just show up out of nowhere. That would have caused suspicion. So what did I do when they saw that other kids had the Elf? I told them that Santa only sent the Elf to the naughty kids! It was a quick response – I didn’t think it through! But it worked. Then suddenly, everybody had the Elf and my kids still think he’s only for the naughty kids!
Now I have a 13-year-old who doesn’t believe, and 11-year-old who is on the fence and a 6-year-old who could really use an Elf. I’m afraid if an Elf suddenly shows up, it’ll push the 11-year-old into the non-believer camp, and I’m afraid that if I wait until next year, the seven-year old will be suspicious!
Ugh! That Elf has been a thorn in my side for 6 years! I can’t be the only one. How have you all handled the Elf with older kids in the house?
I worry about my grandparents. They’re old. I’ve always worried about them. I think of how lucky I am to still have them in my life – as an active part of my life. I’m truly blessed.
I never worried about my parents though. They’re young. In their 60’s. Plus, they’re my parents. They’ll always be here. Well, over the past few months, I’ve realized how very wrong I’ve been.
You see, age means nothing. My grandparents are old. But they’re healthy. Health is everything. My parents aren’t well. And, they’re probably not ever going to be great-grandparents. Not for lack of trying. They both take good care of themselves, but both have had the misfortune of being stricken with diseases they never saw coming, and probably couldn’t have prevented anyway.
I spent the morning with my mother, and the afternoon crying about her. Then I received a call about my father and spent the evening at the hospital. And now here I am, wide awake in the middle of the night, thinking about my parents and how much time I have left with them. And how to make it count.
I always thought they’d be here, and now I now they won’t. I’m trying to figure out how to balance it all out. Caring for my family and my parents at the same time. Making sure that I’m preserving memories for myself and my children. Making the right choices – for everyone involved.
It’s a lot. A lot more than I ever imagined. I just thought they’d be here forever. Simple, right? Wrong.