As you may recall the big debate in our home before Christmas was whether or not jolly, old St. Nick was going to wrap our Jack's presents before leaving them under the tree. After several discussions, and only one or two arguments, we decided on the only solution that ever seems to work for us. We did it my way. Of course I'm joking! We compromised—Santa wrapped some gifts and left some unwrapped.
Steven and I came to the only conclusion that could ever work. And the one that has always worked when it comes to the rare occasion that we stand on opposite sides of a problem. We met in the middle. That's what we do. That's how our relationship has always worked and how it thrives.
And really, it's a debate on Santa and wrapping gifts. It's not one of the biggies when it comes to raising children. But when we decided to stop digging in our heels and ask about what really mattered, it was a no-brainer. Because that is a super easy question to answer. We matter. Not how my Santa did things. Not how Steven's Santa did things. Those are wonderful memories and definitely part of who we are. But what matters most now—right now—is how Jack's Santa does things. And he does things how we choose. A little like mine, a little like his. And always like us.
I hope your Christmas was wonderful, no matter how Santa left your presents. Because, ultimately, it doesn't matter. Not at all.