On Christmas morning in 2018, my husband and I pulled our two-year-old son out of bed. He was sleeping much later than usual and we just couldn’t wait any longer to show him the goodies from Santa. He opened his sleepy eyes, rubbed his face, and slowly descended the stairs to see what was waiting for him under the Christmas tree.
His reaction wasn’t what we expected. He just stared blankly while my husband and I excitedly showed him the toy cars from Santa and the presents for him to open. Instead of joyfully exploring his gifts, my son curled up in my lap and fell asleep.
I have to admit I was a little disappointed, but as I held him, I understood. In fact, I felt the same way — weary and exhausted from traveling in the weeks leading up to Christmas Day and overwhelmed by the piles of presents we had acquired from our families stacked up in the next room. After attending numerous family gatherings and spending our weekends on the road, Christmas morning was simply too much for our tired little boy to handle.