Tuesday, December 25th, 2012
2 years, 1 month.
Christmas is over. You are currently undergoing the culture shock of entering back into a world with no anticipation of an avalanche of gifts anytime soon.
That’s what happens when your birthday is so close to Christmas: You are bombarded with gifts for about a 30 day period, then suddenly… it’s back to reality.
I noticed how after you opened about 4 or 5 presents today, you started losing your ability to comprehend what the next gift even was.
Instead, you turned to me and said, “More gifts?”
And that’s what you said after every gift you opened from that point on.
I think in a few days, you’ll be able to comprehend that your Nonna and Papa (your grandparents on my side) got you the biggest Tonka firetruck I’ve ever seen- big enough to haul all your Thomas trains in.
Speaking of trains, you’ll also realize that your collection nearly doubled in a matter of a couple of days.
It’s like you just won a pie-eating contest. Sure, you won, but now you need to let everything settle and digest as properly as possible.
You need some time to settle back in to a world where instead of getting to hang out with family all day and open gifts, you are at daycare for the majority of the day with your friends and you barely get to see Mommy and Daddy.
I’m sure by the car ride to school tomorrow it will all start setting in.
It’s strange having a period of several days with virtually no stress, and then on top of that, receiving every toy you’ve been asking for.
Don’t worry, Son. I will be your guide back to the real world.
I don’t like it anymore than you do.