It’s true, I have eaten my last bit of ham and scalloped potato for a while. It was a good little spell, and the kids got spoiled by everyone, but what can you do? You sure can’t control anyone else, or what they buy for the girls. I guess it’s kind of like Christmas in a way, but this year we are going to do things differently. All of the kids are putting their name in a hat, and there will be one present bought per child. It’s too much anymore. By the time Santa gets here, there will be ten grandkids. That’s eight or nine gifts per family, and that’s too much. Way too much really, because there are six of us kids, and that means that every grandkid would get five gifts, not including what their parents, or grandparents get them.
This has to stop, so this year, there will be one present per child, and then whatever else they get. The Mrs. and I have opted out of the adult draw as well, even though everyone else is doing it. That doesn’t make us bad people, right? We don’t need anything, and we don’t want to buy anything for anyone else. Sure, the money has something to do with it, but it’s not the most important thing. I’d like to think the message to the children should be the focus of our attention.
Do you think it’s healthy for children to get so much free shit on holidays? Who the fuck started all of the excessive gift giving anyhow? Do they feel guilty about something, or just believe that you can buy someone’s affection? Our girls got more stuff for Easter, than some kids get for Christmas. I mean, it worked out well for me, because they don’t like Reese bunnies or jelly beans, and I happen to quite enjoy them both, but it’s still too excessive. I believe there is no value to showering any child with gifts for holidays, because it doesn’t help them get through their life, as much as it hinders them. It’s going to take them longer to figure out that nothing’s free in life, and that if you want something, you are going to have to work for it.
I know, because I was spoiled as a kid. The only reason is that I come from divorced parents, and we always got double everything. It sure didn’t help me out. What it did was give me a bunch of useless crap, that I thought I needed. None of it was important. I think that the only thing I have still got from childhood is my shotgun, but that’s a useful tool, that should last me my life. Where are the old toys, games, computers? In a dump somewhere, would be my guess. You don’t realize it at the time, but the only thing that you really get out of those days are the memories that you create. As a family. All of the chocolate bunnies in the world will never equal a good Easter dinner with people you love. It just doesn’t compare, and if it does, you need to go get your fucking head checked.
Anyhow, I’m just doing a smaller post today, because I’m beat, but I want to than my beautiful and talented mother in law for the wonderful dinner, and for always including me in your family gatherings. It was also nice of you to invite my wee mother as well. I am glad that you two were able to get together and chat before the wedding, and this way she got to meet everyone at once. That was really cool.
To my Mom, I’d like to say thank you for having a huge, delicious Easter dinner for all of us. I know it was hard not having him there for me, so I can only imagine what it was like for you. I really hope it gets easier in time, but I don’t know if it will. You have such a strong heart and soul, and I hope that having all of the kids there, running around and tearing your house up, kept your mind off of everything. There has been so much love in that house, that I don’t think it can ever feel empty to me, but I’m sure it’s different for you. I just hope you know that we are always here, and any time that you want a couple of girls for a night, they already have their bags packed, and can be ready at a moments notice. That goes for me too.
Okay, I am really going now. First to wipe my tears, and blow my nose, then to crawl into my nice, warm bed, with my nice, warm baby. I hope I mixed enough funny Jesus pictures in this post to make it fluffy.
And you, of tender years, can’t know the fears, that your elders grew by,
P.S. Rudy and I are now friends on Facebook, so that makes it more real. He’ll probably talk to me again, when he gets over how bad my recollection of events is.