Santa

Earlier this evening we took Charlotte to see Santa. It was a little spur of the moment. Judd had the day off today, so we picked Charlotte up from day care and headed over to Perimeter Mall. We figured that Friday at 5 o'clock might be a good time to go. Turns out we were right, there were only about 4 families in front of us. Charlotte really liked Santa and flashed her pearly whites right on cue:

As you can see, she is not in either one of her adorable Christmas dresses. She has two, one from each Grandmother. She looks fabulous in both. I even have matching tights and little mary janes to go with them. But what is she wearing in this picture? A cute, but dirty-from-all-day-at-day-care outfit.

I felt like a horrible mother looking around at the other children in line. Their mothers dressed them in red & green dresses and sweaters. My poor little rag-a-muffin was in pink flowers. Nothing says Christmas like pink flowers. I even considered running over to Hannah Andersen and buying her an adorable dress. But, then I remembered my Working Mother Mantra, "Ok is good enough".

I am learning quickly that "Ok is good enough". I look around my living room at my small, fake tree, barren mantle that has decorations still in bags beneath it, and my Christmas cards waiting to be addressed and sent out, and remember that none of this is what it is about. It is about Charlotte's first Christmas. I just want to soak up every minute of the next two weeks.