As of about 2:00 this afternoon, our little family is officially "home" for Christmas, in the town where Bryan and I grew up and met and were married, and where all three of us, by a twist of fate, were born. I can't tell you how thrilled I am to be here, and how much I've been looking forward to this day since... oh, the first of November or so.
I've always loved Christmas. I know that it can be a hard time for many people struggling with infertility, but while we were going through our own sub-fertile time I found the opposite. Christmas made me happy, because being with my family reminded me how blessed I was. (It probably helped that I had no nieces or nephews to make the time bittersweet, and that going home for Christmas felt like becoming a kid again.)
The hardest Christmas so far was last year. Camilla was a high-maintenance infant, and although we were totally in love with her and well aware of what a blessing she was, we were foremost simply trying to survive. I did not have post-partum depression, but I feel depressed in retrospect remembering what we went through a year ago. Mostly, though, I'm just glad that it's not last year now: it's NOW. And Now is just really freaking awesome.
All my siblings are home, which is something that happens only about twice a year since Maggie is in college and George is in the Coast Guard. Plus my mom's brother and his wife are here for Christmas, which is unprecedented. They're about as fun as an aunt and uncle can be, and having them around is going to bump the awesomeness quotient up another notch. PLUS I know about a bunch of great presents that people in my family are receiving (including my own husband) (shhhh), and nothing makes me happier than the prospect of other people getting great surprises.
When we were kids our family didn't "do" Santa, and I never felt deprived by it at all. Christmas was a lovely time for us. Other kids were very interested in their "loot" (as Calvin always calls it) but I never was, and as I got older I attributed it to the fact that we didn't do Santa, and our Christmases weren't stuff-centered. That might have played a part, but I realized not that long ago that my own temperament is the real reason I wasn't too concerned about what I got for Christmas.
Have you ever heard of the psychological theory of the four temperaments? (You can take a test here.) My temperament is choleric (the bossy one - big surprise there) but it's also sanguine, meaning in my case that I am concerned with making other people happy. And it's true. While I am as selfish as the next person, it really does matter to me that those around me feel comfortable and have their needs met, and I will go out of my way to make sure that happens. (Sometimes I go WAY out of my way, like not-minding-my-own-business out of my way, which is not a good thing. But hey, at least I know this about myself!)
Now that I'm on the subject of temperaments I'm reminded that I recently took another quiz on the whole Keirsey/Myers-Briggs temperament topic. (There are about a million places to take the Keirsey or Myers-Briggs tests online.) I love quizzes, and take them obsessively, and this one reaffirmed that I'm an ENFJ. (Extraverted Intuitive Feeling Judging - I'm very strongly NFJ, and mildly E.) I know that these things can be taken with a grain of salt on many levels, but I'm always surprised how much the given profiles fit me.
I'm curious if you all know your temperament types, and what they are. I sometimes wonder if particular personality types are more likely to be the kind of people who read blogs and live a part of their lives on the Internet. I'm thinking so. I'd be surprised to find that the breakdown of bloggers and blog readers matches the personality-type percentage breakdown of the general population. I kinda want to do a mini sampling in my own comments section.
Hey, if you all oblige, it could be like your Christmas present to me!