Christmastime is one of my favorite times of the year. People seem to smile more. They want to give more. I love observing the wonder in a child’s eyes as he sees the twinkling Christmas lights that seem like magic lighting up the dark, winter night. I can honestly say that I walk around all of December with a goofy, child-like smile on my face and feel like I’m 10 years old all over again. What a great excuse to giggle more and embrace life!
This Christmas, I love watching (in fact I’m clinging to) my little Elisabeth’s belief in Santa Claus, and I’m hoping that her belief stays strong for one more year. The other day we were in our local Harmon’s grocery store, and Elisabeth noticed a collection box in the bank for letters to Santa. She turned to me, smiling from ear to ear, big, blue eyes shining, and asked, “Mom, can I write a letter to Santa?” We had places to go, errands to run, and we still needed to go get her sister from indoor soccer practice. But this magical belief in the jolly ol’ man is contagious, so of course I said, “Yes!”
I watched her, in her 9-year-old writing, pour her heart out to St. Nick and ask him for a few things she’d like to find under the tree. She smiled as she wrote, and I could feel her energy and enthusiasm from 5 feet away. Her belief in Santa is real, and her love for him is apparent. I wondered to myself how we as adults can so easily lose that ability to believe. Why must we have guarantees or plan B’s in place before we dare believe in something?
One of my favorite Christmas movies is The Polar Express. In the movie, a child is beginning to doubt that Santa is real. At one point, the conductor of the Polar Express tells the boy, “Seeing is believing, but sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can’t see.” Easier said than done, right? Want to lose weight? Aching to travel the world? Well, if you start believing you will have those things, it will make it more likely you will have those things.
Just before Christmas, I lost my job. Here I am, a single-mom of four with a mortgage and Christmas knocking on my door, and I have no job. Oh believe me, I’ve had better days. I could sit in my home, pout and ponder, and stress over how I’m going make my next mortgage payment or put food on the table. Or, I could put all of that energy and power into believing in myself. It’s a different way to look at things, but I know it works. I gave myself a few days to lick my wounds, then I started sending out resumes. I had a great interview at a company not too far from my home, and I’ve got another possible lead I’ll be following up on soon. I choose to believe I’ll find a great job. I have faith in myself and know I’ll land on my feet. Am I scared? Does doubt creep into my head? Of course it does! But believing in myself, and having the faith in taking the first step, will bring me closer to my goal of finding a great position at a company I’ll love. Start believing in yourself and see where that power can take you!