My Grown-Up Christmas List

For those expecting a deep post here about my desire for "no more lives torn apart, that wars would never start, and time will heal all hearts," I'm sorry. This isn't that kind of post. Rather, I'd like to talk a little bit about my actual Christmas wish list I wrote up about a month ago. It seems that every year in November and December, I get asked by my mother, a sibling, or Tony, "What do you want for Christmas?" I usually answer with, "I don't know," since in that moment I really can't think of anything. But this year, I decided to be prepared for that question by writing a few things down for reference. Nobody asked, and I kind of forgot about the list. Until the other day. And when I glanced at it, I had a flashback to my childhood. Every year, my mom would get some sort of domestic device for Christmas and seem truly happy about it. I couldn't understand why she acted that way, since in my juvenile mind, I figured that what she REALLY wanted probably fell into the wardrobe, accessories, or toys and games categories. But maybe it really was what she wanted, since my grown-up Christmas list (at the ripe old age of 31) looks like this:

wash cloths

earrings

good knife

electric griddle

apple corer/slicer

bread pans

Pathetic, right? I thought so for a few moments after seeing the list the other day. But then I realized that it's not pathetic. Although I am still Taffy, I have grown to love my role as wife, mother, and homemaker. I have embraced it to the point that when I think about what I'd like to have, many of the items are things to help me fulfill this homemaker role a little better than I currently am. I just need a little better tools, I guess. And the Taffy inside me would like a couple pair of earrings--I even like the dangly kind!