I sit writing this article before Christmas morning, but knowing it'll be read after Christmas. I know all of this will be oh so true, because I've seen it year after year.
When Christmas comes, as semi-adults, we are quick to tell our parents every single thing we want. From expensive electronics to clothing items that we really do not need, we tell them everything. Even when we hit the age where we can not really think of things that can create a list, they already know what we want.
Have you ever thought how they do it? Or better yet, how do we allow them to do it with no credit?
Christmas is a time of remembering our Savior's birth, but it is also a time of showing His love by loving each other. It is viewed as one of the biggest "family" days of the year. We give gifts as a way to remember the gift God gave the world in a manger through the Virgin Mary.
It's the extent that our parents go. My parents always go above and beyond. They exceed any and all wants my siblings and I may present them with. They do all of this not wanting anything in return.
There have been years that I know money was tight, but Christmas was not disappointing. There have been times when I knew they did not really have time to put mounds of thought into presents, but the ones on our list were in the living room on Christmas morning.
Selflessly, they make it happen. They make our lives be the best. They do everything in their power to make sure we have everything we need and everything we could ever want.
Between juggling work, family, life, church, and everything else, my parents are literally winning at the game. They are phenomenal.
How do they do it? How was I given with the parents I was? How did I get so blessed? How do they do all of this?
On Christmas morning, for my whole natural life, my parents have watched with big smiles on their faces as my siblings and I dig into the stacks of gifts around the tree.
They sit with nothing but love written across their faces.
They sit wanting nothing in return.
They sit not knowing they are super mom and super dad.
They sit not knowing how thankful I really am----not because of the gifts, but because of who they are as people.
They sit not knowing that I see the amount of stress and dedication that goes into parenting.
They sit content watch their children.
I sit amazed at them.
I sit loving them.
