Since I started writing this post the end of November has been and gone. And what with house move and hospital trips (sorry to those not following us on Facebook, it’s all been on there!) I’m still feeling pretty unprepared for Christmas. Apart from one area that is.
I’m completely prepared with Pudding’s presents. And that’s because I’m not getting him any.
How dare you! Child abuse! Unnatural mother!
I did wonder if I could ‘fess up to this one as I know that some people will be horrified by the idea. But for me it’s just a natural progression in the path we’re taking towards accepting this new life and accepting Pudding for how he is.
I remember as a child how magical Christmas was. The building of excitement in the previous weeks. Lying awake for hours chatting with my sister on Christmas Eve. Parents and grandparents getting increasingly cross when they came in and told us to shut the **** up (only they put it a lot more politely). Waking up to find Dad’s old walking socks at the end of our bed had been stuffed full of presents in the night. Pattering downstairs to see acres more presents under the tree, but having to wait (oh, the awfulness of it) until everyone had breakfasted before we could open them. So many anticipated and much-awaited rituals.
Of course when I had children I looked forward to sharing that magic with my boys. T has of course got all that anticipation and excitement. And yes, I do get a certain satisfaction in making him wait to open the big presents! But Pudding? Well, as you’ve probably gathered by now that if someone lives in the moment to the extent that he does, there isn’t a huge amount of understanding of Christmas.
We’ll do some Christmassy trips out in the next few weeks and I may post pictures of Pudding smiling at Santa Claus (why wouldn’t he? Pudding loves meeting people and getting attention. A big beardy man in a funny suit is no exception.) But if we didn’t do any of that he wouldn’t feel like he was missing out.
Last year I did buy him presents but didn’t wrap any of them because he’s never been interested in unwrapping any before. When he came downstairs in the morning he just wanted his breakfast and TV as usual. In all the excitement I even forgot to bring his bag of presents down and when I eventually showed it to him he dumped Hubby’s slippers on the top and ignored them.
I am gradually learning that many of the things that we carry on doing as parents are partly for ourselves, wanting him to enjoy the things that we have anticipated and expected ourselves. If we try to force Pudding into the mould of a ‘normal’ child it is stressful for him and stressful for us too. So we learn to adapt and cut out a new path for our family.
There is of course always the possibility that he will surprise us all and suddenly show an interest in the whole Christmas thing. In which case there will be some things under the tree from other people and we will adapt again. But one thing I can guarantee is that on Christmas Day he will enjoy himself with food and TV and cuddles and family. He might not be able to join in all the Christmas rituals but one that we will definitely enjoy with him is having an almighty game of indoor snowballs.