The author, Kristen Howerton, complained that there is too much hoopla (did anyone else just hear Spongebob when you read that word?) surrounding the small non-holiday-holidays like St. Patrick's day for her to keep up with in her home.
I'm going to admit it...I'm one of those moms. I "do it up" whenever I can - the leprechauns trash the house and leave chocolate coins, the Elf makes it's rounds every December, I have mailboxes filled with notes and surprises on Valentines Day, the tooth fairy leaves elaborately folded dollar bills filled with fairy dust under pillows...
Why do I go to all the trouble? Is it to make other mothers of the world feel inadequate? Is it to create work for myself? Is it because I'm bored?
I do it because I'm a junky. My drug of choice is elusive and strong. It's WONDER.
Seeing wonder on my kids' faces is priceless and addictive. I've seen it when I take them to Disney, but I have also seen it when they find an elf sleeping in a tissue box after a rough night with a head cold. It's rare and beautiful and I'm hooked.
Childhood is so fleeting, as I look at my 11, 12, and 15 year old I know it is gone in the blink of an eye. I have worked hard to create circumstances to create wonder, I had to get one more hit. I am hooked on trying to create traditions and memories for my kids. I want them to feel things, I want to experience surprise and delight and wonder. I can't apologize for that, I'm an addict.
They don't believe in all that "hoopla" anymore, but I still do it because now that wonder has evolved into tradition. It is our common family "thing". It's the knowing smile, the wink, the eye roll, the "you remembered" I get when they see the elf dangling from a wrecking ball (ala Miley Cyrus).
We just recently spent $300+ transferring all our VHS home videos to CD so I could relive their moments of wonder and they are so priceless to me. I still cry when I hear an exclamation of surprise or wide eyes of wonder. I move close to the TV and soak it in, I remember, I smile, I cry. I feel their childhood slipping through my fingers like sand, I'm grabbing at it trying to hold on for a few more precious seconds.
I didn't always feel this way when I was in the thick of it with potty training, spoon feeding, and sleepless nights but I tried to hold on to even those moments when I realized how fast time was passing. I'm no expert, but my best parenting advice is to just be present in all the moments of childhood, the good the bad and the poopy. Try to create memories and moments you can pull out of your pocket when you need them 10, 20 years down the road when you need a "hit".