Holiday time again. I have my shopping done, for the most part. But of course, although I know everything is technically paid for, I’m stressing already over the months of credit card bills I will have next year to pay off this Christmas. The one thing that is keeping me somewhat relaxed over it is knowing that my son will be excited and happy Christmas morning to know that Santa granted his Christmas wish. We had a small fight a couple of weeks ago, and later on that night he came into the living room and told me that he had wished for something. I asked him, just out of curiosity, what he had wished for. He told me he wished that Santa would bring him a new tablet, since he broke his old one, for Christmas. I kind of figured he would want that, but what surprised me was what he said next. He told me that he also wished that Santa would bring me the Star Wars LEGO set I had wanted last Christmas. I remember feeling such overwhelming pride at his selflessly wanting me to be happy as well as him. I cried later, after he was out of the room, because I felt like I was raising a decent and kind person. No matter how much I feel like I screw up sometimes, I see little moments like those that reassure me that he is going to grow up to be an amazing person. That singular fact makes me so proud and moves me in such a way that I feel like I can accomplish almost anything I set my mind to. I know that things are going to be difficult, but knowing in my heart that my child has the respect and love for other people that I prayed he would makes it all feel worthwhile.