16 Nov 2016

Father Christmas - our visit

We stood in the queue and I looked wistfully at the little girl in front of us. She was clearly prepared for her visit, dressed in her finest clothes and little Victorian style swing coat (Christmas red obviously) and her neat ponytail swung and curled around her shoulders as she giggled whilst learning her elf handshake.

I looked at my two, slightly scruffy and I'm not sure Bubba's hair had even been brushed as I mentally retraced our morning. It had been slightly chaotic with lots of shouting from the kids, both were slightly boisterous and fractious which is never a good combination. I felt numb from a weeks worth of motherhood and long nights where Bubba refused to sleep in her own bed. Our trip to see Father Christmas was all last minute, hubby and I had been lured in by the magician outside and I was still unsure whether the kids deserved to be here.


As the girl skipped into Santa's grotto with her mum, my two tried perfecting their elf handshake and had an impromptu cuddle (more of a wrestlers move), I moved over and jostled them to the side as another wave of children came in. I wondered how I could get them to behave better, were they too spoilt, why couldn't I have dressed them better?

Then it was our turn and we were ushered in to a glittery, present filled chamber where there sat Father Christmas. He beckoned them both over and asked questions which my big girl answered dutifully and my little man held onto her coat tightly, slightly shell shocked at the whole experience (it being his first visit to the big man).

I whispered a reminder for thank you and pleases - Bubba is good but cub needs a little reminder. We left with them both clutching a present and we headed to the photography area. Again I saw the little girl, this time on screen and beaming out at me, a perfect smile with Father Christmas, the perfect Christmas photograph. I mentally chastised myself for keeping my kids coats on and not brushing hair and it not being 'perfect'.

Then I saw it, our photo and instantly promised I would leave all the negativity behind, my imperfect perfect kids. I realised that this photo was what our family is all about, not the perfect airbrushed image.  We are slightly scruffy around the edges, we have cheeky grins and messy faces, we have love, giggles, tantrums and tears.



But look....I'm lucky I've got these two little elves
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