I try to keep Christmas in our house fairly low-key in terms of gifts – well, as much as is possible, given the whole focus of the holiday! Olive gets one gift from Santa plus the little things in her stocking, and I give her one gift as well. She has about a million aunts and uncles and I often try to coordinate experience gifts with them (Science centre passes, days out, helping with the cost of extra-curricular activities, etc), but there’s never any shortage of gifts to open. Despite this, I have a few gift-related traditions I try to keep up each year.
First, she gets a new tree ornament each year – this year it’s this adorable handmade one from Etsy that I personalized to celebrate her hard work in Taekwondo – and second, I get her a book.
Every year for Christmas I buy Olive a book. Not just any book, though, a special one.
Usually, the requirement is that it has to make me well up with tears when I read it and encompass something of the phase or stage of life she’s in. I don’t think I’ve ever shared these books with you, so I’m going to do that now, along with the book I’ve picked for this year and why it strikes a special chord with me.
If you have a daughter; if you are a daughter; if you like nothing more than bawling uncontrollably, this is the book for you.
I gave this to Olive for Christmas, and haven’t been able to get through it without crying even once.
(Truth be told, neither has Adam)
On the weekend I bought a book for $2, entitled “I’d Trade My Husband For A Housekeeper”. I’m pretty disappointed because I thought I was getting some sort of how-to manual that would teach me the proper way to barter my spouse for a domestic servant.
I had already figured that I’d get fantastic trade-in value for Adam because he’s tall, and cute, and can grow a beard in two minutes flat. I was getting all excited thinking that once they saw all of his tools and mechanical know-how,PLUS the fact that he swaddles a baby better than anyone I know, he’d probably be worth TWO normal husbands.
Maybe, in the husband-bartering world he would be worth a housekeeper AND a butler, too! I don’t even know what a butler does, but now that I think about it, that’s what my life has been missing all these years.
Then in the midst of all of this butler-lust, I finally get around to reading the damn thing and I find out that it’s not a how-to book at all, it’s some sort of a self-help book about improving your marriage after having a baby!
UGH. Who needs THAT?