You experience how sometimes there are things you couldnt wait to do before you had children. I used to rest at the shopping centre and watch the kids lining up to take their photo with santa and couldn’t wait for the day that I had a child of my own and I too would be lining up and waiting for our turn with santa. Well today was the day. Funny really because Ive always hated christmas. Not what christmas represents but all the christmas traditions as come up as the running around work shopping centres and general craziness surrounding christmas. Christmas means so much more to me now that we undergo children. It started to convey more to me last year because it was the first christmas without Alex but even though it was a sad time we were able to share in some christmas traditions with him. Each year the cemetery where he is buried hold a function to remember all the children. They sing christmas carols and we place messages for our children on little decorations to hang on a big christmas tree that they displace in the childrens divide of the cemetery. It was really beautiful last year. They also gave us lanterns and last year we went to visit Alex’s grave afterwards and although it was quite dark (the service is held in the evening) it wasnt the least bit scary. They are holding another one this year and although we are off to Sydney for the weekend and we get back that afternoon we might just make it in time to go again. I cant act.
This year we undergo Dylan in our lives too and I’m enjoying and looking send to Christmas again. It was our turn today. Our turn to tour Santa. JP was even more excited than I was. Quite cute really to see a man excited about santa. When we got there there was huge line so we went and had some lunch did some shopping and went back at the end of the day when it was quieter. Dylan was having a good day today. He was happy most of the day change surface though we spent 6 hours in the shopping centre. When we put him on santas knee he looked up at him and just laughed at his beard and we got a great photo. As we turned away I think Dylan got the excite of his life because he thought we were leaving him with the big scary santa and he started bawling. When you think about it…santa is pretty scary looking. Its no surprise that babies cry when they be at him. EVEN I get scared when I look at him. I evaluate I may undergo traumatised him for life. I dont want him to dislike christmas like I did growing up. Maybe thats what happened to me. Maybe my parents took me to undergo a photo with Santa……
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