Well, we made it. The holiday season is officially over, and honestly? I’m still catching my breath. December always feels like a whirlwind, and this year was no different. Between the family gatherings, school events, and just keeping up with the kids, it was one of the busiest seasons I can remember.
Looking back, there were so many moments I’ll cherish forever—like seeing Maddox and Romeo in their school plays. They absolutely nailed their performances, and I was bursting with pride. Sienna’s play was just as magical. Watching her up there, so confident and happy, reminded me why I push through the chaos. But oh my goodness, the exhaustion was real. Running around to all the events, juggling their schedules, and somehow keeping everyone fed and dressed felt in itself felt like a miracle.
Of course, Oakley had to keep us on our toes, too. The flu swept through the house like a storm, and poor Oakley ended up with Croup. I can still hear that awful barking sound in his cough—it’s the kind of thing that immediately puts a pit in your stomach. His medical team was incredible, though. They acted fast, gave him steroids through his feeding bag, and he’s recovering well now. But as always, it wasn’t without its scares. With Oakley, even a little illness feels like walking a tightrope, and my anxiety was through the roof.
Christmas itself was a mix of beautiful moments and bittersweet ones. The kids were thrilled with their presents, and their excitement lit up the room. But for me, there were moments of loneliness that crept in. Christmas is all about being with family, making sure everyone feels loved and included—but sometimes, that leaves little space for me. I felt it this year, the weight of making everything perfect for everyone else while quietly feeling a little empty myself.
And the aftermath? Let’s just say my living room still looks like a toy factory exploded. Wrapping gifts late at night, trying to keep the magic alive for the kids, and then seeing their faces light up on Christmas morning—it was worth it. It always is. But now, I’m left with the mess, the exhaustion, and the lingering question of when I’ll get even five minutes to recharge.
I’ve been reflecting a lot over the past few days. The holidays are such a beautiful time, but they’re also hard for so many of us. The pressure to make everything perfect, to show up for everyone, and to somehow keep it all together can feel overwhelming. I want to remind anyone reading this: It’s okay if the holidays weren’t perfect for you. It’s okay if they brought up anxiety or exhaustion or even sadness.
For me, despite the chaos and the challenges, I’m grateful. Grateful for my kids, for the moments of joy amidst the stress, and for the reminder that I’m stronger than I think.
To all the mums and dads out there who gave everything to make this season special for their families, I see you. And now, as we step into a new year, let’s remember to give ourselves some grace, too. We deserve it. ❤️
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