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The Reasons You Want to Be the String

July 31, 2018 By dhcbaldwin 1 Comment

The Reasons You Want to be the String

Here are the reasons why you want to be the string.

Let’s talk about well meaning parents who take their parenting job way too far and drive themselves and their kids crazy.

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Yes, folks,  we call these parents “helicopter parents.”

Here is a story for you:

My perfect granddaughter (only joking….sort of) is nearly two years old.  She is beginning to venture out on her own within the invisible perameters of her parents’ watchful eyes and ears. At this point, you might label my daughter and her husband as helicopter parents, but you are incorrect!  They are protectful and engaged.

My daughter, her mother, tells me my granddaughter is willfull (nah), headstrong (I haven’t seen it) and likes to be in charge (this could be a valid descriptor as she is a Leo and we Leos love being the boss.)

Can’t all two year olds be described that way?

Here is where my daughter is healthy–she lets my granddaughter experience the outcome of her choices–just a little bit.

For instance, if Mom warns you not to walk on the hot wood boardwalk around the swimming pool because it could hurt your feet and you do so anyway, you learn pretty quickly that hey, that wood is hot and maybe I shouldn’t walk on it.

It is when the guarding goes on for too many years and/or smothering the child becomes the norm that we have trouble.  

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From a Parents Magazine article”What is Helicopter Parenting”,

“The term “helicopter parent” was first used in Dr. Haim Ginott’s 1969  book Parents & Teenagers by teens who said their parents would hover over them like a helicopter; the term became popular enough to become a  dictionary entry in 2011. Similar terms include “lawnmower parenting,”cosseting parent,” or “bulldoze parenting.”

Helicopter parenting refers to “a style of parents who are over focused on their children,” says Carolyn Daitch, Ph.D., director of the Center for the Treatment  of Anxiety Disorders near Detroit and author of Anxiety Disorders: The Go-To                       Guide.

“They typically take too much responsibility for their children’s experiences  and, specifically, their successes or failures,” Dr. Daitch says. Ann Dunnewold, Ph. D., a licensed psychologist and author of Even June Cleaver Would Forget the Juice Box, calls it “overparenting.” “It means being involved in a child’s life in a way that is overcontrolling, overprotecting, and overperfecting, in a way   that is in excess of responsible parenting,” Dr. Dunnewold explains.”

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It is tough to stand back and watch your child struggle. We all struggle from time to time. That’s life.

How, then, do you remain an involved parent without jumping over the parental cliff?

As a mother of two grown daughters,drama teacher  and youth theatre director for thirty-eight years I have a few suggestions.

If you think you are a parent careening over the cliff, I suggest you:

  1.  Breathe, honestly take a few deep breaths and count between them
  2. Avoid knee jerk reactions to situations. Give time a chance to rectify the problem.
  3. Keep a sense of humor
  4. Remember this is a season in your child’s life–nothing ever lasts forever
  5. Find a friend or relative who can listen to you vent your concerns (make sure they know you are venting, too)
  6. Understand the situation your child’s teacher, director, coach or youth program leader is in and try see it from their perspective
  7. Get a hobby, a pet or discover a new interest of yours–you are still a good parent if you have your own life
  8. This one is a biggie! Think about your own childhood and do your best not to fix everything you thought went wrong then by doing it better this time around with your child.

It hurts to see your child hurting, I understand that. Honestly, it will hurt MORE in the long run if you step in and save your kid every time something doesn’t go the way you think it should.

Teach your child the value of rigor, challenge and strife.  There are some values to them, you know.  Whenever I am going through something difficult, I like to analyze the situation.

I say aloud, “Okay, this is not the first time in the world someone has goofed up on a job interview.  What can I learn from it?”

If I step back from the issue, mistake or challenge and analyze it, it makes the event less important and takes away whatever emotion or perceived value I have placed on it. 

If you don’t stop being overbearing, you will raise a neurotic child who becomes a dysfuntional adult who runs from challenges every time they are faced with them, be it a job interview, an audition, a auto accident, peer pressure, a romantic relationship break up or argument.

You want to raise a child who becomes an adult who is a healthy, contributing member of society. 

If you think about your own life, I bet you remember what the tough, awkward and uncomfortable moments taught you more than the good ones.  These challenges make you stronger and more able to withstand the next time something doesn’t work out for you.

I know a very talented, beautiful, promising young woman who auditioned for every production and was always the one who lost the lead role to someone else.  This occurred for years.

She didn’t give up.  Later, she went on to compete in the Miss America contest, won at the state level and was fourth runner up in the national contest.

That’s not too shabby.

I am aquainted with her parents.  They owned several apartment buildings and local shoe stores.  She learned a lot from them about how to be professional and business like.  Now she owns a thriving business. Life continued to happen to her of course, but she took it in stride.  She is exemplary single mother raising her daughter.

Parents should be less helicopters and more the string of a spinning top.  Okay, that’s kinda sappy but you understand my point. (I can hear you saying, “Deb said I should be the string, be the string….)

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You send your child out into the world and hope she doesn’t spin out of control and hit the wall too many times. You are there to pick her up or when her just needs some “fluffing up” as we call it at our house. (Yes, I actually fluff our daughters’ shoulders as if they were a flattened pillow.)

You want a life of supporting your child, and only “fluffing” them.  You don’t want  a life of constant regret or worry everytime something doesn’t work out for them.

Put away the helicopters and enjoy your kids.  It’s tough to do some days but in the long run, you’ll be glad that you did.

Have you ever had a moment of helicoptering?  I have.  I’d love to hear from you.  Contact me at dhcbaldwin.com or DeborahBaldwin.net

P.S.  Recently, I received an email from one of the queens of  helicopter parents who wanted to set the record straight about her son and an incident which occurred THREE YEARS AGO!! Get this:  she was writing me about something she was told third hand.  Third hand, people.  Oy!  The stories I could tell you…..

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Check out my post on the Ugly Santa, a family memory:  The Ugly Santa 

or a poem of mine about parenthood A Favorite Poem of Mine

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My Favorite Teacher Appreciation Gifts

May 17, 2017 By dhcbaldwin 3 Comments

Super tips for teacher appreciation gift

If you have taught children for any amount of time and you are half good at it, you’ve received gifts for Teacher Appreciation week. Today, I want to talk about my favorite teacher appreciation gifts.

Psst:  This is a perk of teaching no one even thinks about until the celebrations are upon us.

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Here are a few tips of my favorite teacher appreciation gifts I’ve received which would be good choices for you to give or receive:

  •  Gift cards for a Coffee Shop–Personally, I enjoy these the most.  One year, I was given about ten Starbucks gift cards.  Some were for $5.00 and some were upwards of $20.00. It doesn’t matter the dollar amount.  They are always appreciated.  Sometimes I combine them and purchase several pounds of coffee instead of just one drink.

  • Flowers–Okay, this sounds cliché but really it’s nice.  For several years, I worked for a home school enrichment program and we taught different students each day.  When teacher appreciation week arrived, the parents would bring in a flower or even a bouquet and place them in a large flower vase along with everyone else’s.  That way, I would go home with a lovely vase of flowers!

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My Favorite Teacher Appreciation Gifts

  • Tickets to a professional play or musical. This will take some research on your child’s part, but if you can find out a play or musical your teacher would enjoy attending, purchasing one or two tickets to see it would be grand.  If that’s too costly, see if one or two other families would like to join you in the gift giving. One time a family invited us out to dinner and to see their church’s musical performance.  I was a little hesitant to accept the offer, but it was wonderful fun and a terrific way to become more acquainted with the student’s family.

  • A new coffee cup or water bottle

  • Socks, cute ones. 🙂

  • Something for the classroom–pencils (Ticonderogas, please those are my favorite), paper, markers, etc.

  •  A lovely scented candle Need something for a holiday gift?  Check out: Holiday Gift Suggestions for Your Drama Teacher

  •   An emergency kit for stressful days–a bottle of bubble bath, lotion and candle and some chocolate.

  •   A delightful tea–my personal favorite gift of tea is Good Earth.  I’d never had any until a parent gave some to me.  It’s terrific.

My Favorite Teacher Appreciation Gifts

  • Movie ticket gift certificate

  • A hand made card from your student.  Just make sure they sign them.  I’ve kept many purely because of the thought and care behind the making of the card.  Even if your student is in high school, a hand made card from her is still appropriate.

  •  Cash.  Some people thinks giving cash is gausch.  I don’t.  It’s like a tip.  Trust me, you can’t begin to offend me with money.

  • A simple thank you on nice stationery is good, too!

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Regardless of the gift, we appreciate the thought you show for us.

I have to admit, there are parents I never hear from one way or the other.  I’ve directed productions, very successful ones, when a leading actor’s parents haven’t even stayed after the show long enough to say thank you.

My Favorite Teacher Appreciation Gifts

Perhaps they don’t know what to say?  A simple thank you will do.

NOTE:  This is one time I don’t write thank you notes to the givers. Usually, there are just too many of them.

However, at the end of the school year, sometimes I write a thank you note to those parents who went above and beyond to support me. Usually, these are parents who chaired production committees for productions–costumes, set, props and the like. It’s the least I can do.

My Favorite Teacher Appreciation Gifts

There you have it!

If you’d like to hear about my experiences as a drama teacher, check this out:  https://wp.me/p3GDNp-1a0

Contact me at dhcbaldwin@gmail.com or DeborahBaldwin.net

I’d love to hear from you.

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Ten Years Later: A Chat with Beatrice 

October 25, 2016 By dhcbaldwin 2 Comments

Bumbling.ing Bea Ten Years Later

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 Beatrice Ten Years Later

I thought it might be fun and interesting to interview Beatrice ten years after the story ended.  So, I posed the idea to her and she happily agreed.

Imagine I travel to New York and the two of us meet at a local coffee shop (because everyone knows that’s where I’d meet her, right?).  Beatrice likes rainy, cool days, just as I do and she loves fall.  We have that in common.  Today was both.

Here is what I think she might look like:

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(She’s cute, yes?)

Beatrice:  Hey, Deb.   (She gives me a quick, big hug and takes the pumpkin spice latte I ordered for her.) Pumpkin spice latte! If I ever meet the person who thought up pumpkin spice lattes, they get a big hug from me. (She places a maple leaf colored like fall in my hand ever so carefully.) I brought you a beautiful leaf I found on the ground.  Isn’t it fabulous?

Me:  Thanks, Beatrice.  What a gorgeous shade of orange it is.  I love the color orange.

Beatrice:  I know, me too!

Me:  I remember that about you.  Thanks for meeting me today.  (We sit in a corner booth.) Wow, ten years have passed by since we last saw each other.

Beatrice:  I know.  I’m twenty-five years old now.  Oh my gosh, that sounds so old!

Me:  Well, considering I’m sixty years young, you are doing just fine.

Beatrice:  (She laughs.) Ten years ago, I never thought I’d turn out this way.

Me:  What way?  You look great to me–all trendy clothes and hair. I thought you’d be a “positive, contributing member of society” and you are.

Beatrice:  (She leans forward and snickers.) Considering how I used to dress when you first met me, I’ve come a long way. I can’t believe how dorky I was!  The only thing I kept from middle school was my “I Heart Sarcasm” shirt  which Mom sewed into a tee shirt quilt along with all my  other show shirts.  I was so involved in college shows that I could have made three quilts!

Me:  Really?  Did you major in theatre in college?

Beatrice:  Yes, I did.  But I didn’t perform after my first year there. I’m not a performer.   I took an art class with a professor friend of my mom’s and found I wanted to combine theatre with art.  Voila, set design!

Me:  Are you working in theatre now?

Beatrice:  I am!  After high school, I attended Mary Baldwin College and received my BFA in theatre there.  I designed several sets for the department’s black box theatre and won an award for outstanding design.  Then I went to graduate school at NYU/Tisch.  I’ve been out of school and working about a year now.

Me:  Wow!  That’s an impressive resume.

Beatrice:  I guess so.  I don’t think about it much.  I’m too busy designing and getting my foot in the door.

Me: How so?

Beatrice: When I was in grad. school, I apprenticed for several professional designers on Broadway. Then I designed several shows for regional theatres.  I’m slowly building a resume. My goal is to design for Broadway by my thirties. In the mean time, I love it!  If you’d told me ten years ago I would become a set designer, I’d laughed.

Me:  I bet so.  How’s your family?

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(Here is Edmund, all grown up.  Isn’t he handsome? And so smart!)

Beatrice:  My brother, Edmund, is in his second year of college  at University of Florida  studying zoology. Remember Bernie his ferret?

Me: Yes.

Beatrice: Well, we had Bernie number 3 and 4 before Edmund finally figured out he wanted to study animals and care for them since he’d done such a lousy job with his Bernies.

Me: Oh gosh.  What happened to his interest in flags?

Beatrice:  He still loves them.  He collects flags from all over the world.  You should see his apartment! The walls are covered with them.  I feel so sorry for his roommate.

Me:  And your parents?  People have asked about them.  Did they end up staying together?

Beatrice:  Uhm, no.  They didn’t.  But that’s okay.  It seems Dad wasn’t being completely honest with himself.  He came out about two years later, met a nice guy and they married last summer.

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(This is Dad and Fred during a recent trip to Italy. Don’t they seem happy?)

We are all happy for them.  Mom wasn’t as fast to date. It took her longer.  She didn’t want to date while she was raising us.  She said she had enough responsibility just getting us grown.  But, I’m happy to report that  she is now dating a wonderful guy we all like a lot.

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(A great, recent photo of Mom.)

Me:  Are your parents friendly with each other?

Beatrice:  Oh yes.  They were always very civil with each other. And more than anything, they respected each other.  Dad was the really unhappy one.  He was afraid of his feelings and didn’t want to admit them for a long time.  You’d think someone in the arts wouldn’t worry about other people’s perceptions, because when you are in the arts, you explore social issues  all the time.  But he worried anyway.

Me:  I’m sorry to hear that he worried.

Beatrice:  It was hard for all of us for a while, but not because of his lifestyle choice, but because he was so unhappy. I guess  when Dad was a kid, his parents ridiculed different lifestyle choices.  Plus, Dad’s parents thought his profession was silly and unnecessary.  It was Grandma Percy, Mom’s mom,  who helped him through his fears.

Me:  Really?  Your Grandma?

Beatrice:  Yes, my  eighty year old, awesome grandma was in the background observing us all the time.  She sees everything, but keeps it to herself.  She’s the one who urged dad to admit his homosexuality.

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(Grandma Percy prior to her death last year.)

 It wasn’t a really big deal, because Mom and Grandma Percy handled it carefully and respectfully with us. Edmund and I were fine with it.  We want our parents to be happy. period.  And Mom and Dad are the best of friends.

Me:  I’d be surprised if you had a problem with your dad’s lifestyle choice.  I thought you were a pretty cool, open minded girl.

 

Beatrice:  When you first met me, I was such a brat and a little bit of a bully to Michiko. Thankfully, Michiko helped me see what I was doing when I caught her imitating me after the  fateful play performance. Since then, Bumbling Bea took a hike and doesn’t show up much anymore. And my parents’ open mindedness rubbed off on me.   When you are raised around parents who are artists, you see the world with different eyes.

Me:  Whatever happened to Michiko?  Do you have any news about her?

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(Michiko trying out modeling.  She didn’t enjoy it as much as she thought she would.)

Beatrice:  Yes! I didn’t hear much from her for several years.  Just a few emails back and forth, you know?  But guess what?  She’s moving to the US next month and going to share my apartment  with me in New York while I’m traveling for set design jobs.

Me:  So, you’ll be back together just like the old days?

Beatrice:  Kind of.  Hopefully, we won’t end up locked in our bathroom together. (She laughs.)

Me:  (laughing)  Those are great memories, though.

Beatrice:  You bet. When Michiko and I decided to room together, I teased her about having guys over.  She always has crushes on fellas, but I am sworn to secrecy in telling anyone. She laughed  about guys coming over and said that if she couldn’t have Peter, then she didn’t want anyone.

Me:  Peter!  I forgot about him.  What happened to him?

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(Peter, now the cool guy.)

Beatrice:  We remained friends through high school and continue to see each other from time to time when I get home to my parents.  Peter is a middle school counselor  and still lives in Virginia. Apparently, kids love him and he’s hugely popular with all the staff.

Me:  I’m not surprised.  He had a winning personality. Did he and Jerri become a pair in high school?

Beatrice:  Yup.  All four years, if you  can imagine.  And Jerri was even home coming queen our senior year!  Jerri had a level head and other high school kids looked to her for advice.  Consequently, in her junior year, she created a youth friendship program between high schools pairing kids of the same interests with each other, sort of like a meet up group.  It was amazing.  Now, she works in student affairs in a college in the mid-west.

Me:  Wow!

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( A candid shot of Jerri.)

Beatrice:  I am lucky to know Jerri.  She helped me a lot when Dad came out.  So did Peter.  I’m still waiting to repay the favor to them, but they say they love my creativity and that’s enough for them.  They just want front row seats to the first show I design for Broadway.

Me:  Me too! So what will Michiko do in New York? Is she involved in theatre as well?  Does she have job prospects?

Beatrice:  Surprising even to me, Michiko did not continue her studies in Theatre when she attended college. She found it wasn’t as mesmerizing to her once she moved away from her parents. She said that one day she discovered that she loved world cultures.  I guess she was dating a guy from India at the time.  They broke up shortly afterward, but her love of cultures continued.

Me:  I’m surprised too!

Beatrice:   Michiko loves to travel.   She is applying for jobs in the travel industry.  She wants to become  a professional tour guide taking groups on international trips.  With her intense interest in history and her love of anything multi-cultural, becoming a professional tour guide would be a good fit.  I think she’s right.

Me:  Isn’t it amazing what can happen in ten years of one’s life?

Beatrice:  It is.  I mean look at you.  You’re a published writer now. And award winning, too! What’s your next book going to be about?

Me:  Well…..I can’t tell you much yet.  It’s still germinating in my brain.  Plus, we have moved to a different state and become first time grandparents all at the same time. (I pull out my cell phone to show Beatrice a photo.) Here’s a photo of our granddaughter.

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(Grammy and Granddaughter)

Beatrice:  (laughing)  This photo is you all over!

Me:  Yeah, well, orneriness doesn’t die easily…..

(Beatrice’s cell phone dings a text.  She reads it.)

Beatrice:  (She sighs, smiling.) It’s Michiko. She arrives next week and is all ready having a hissy fit over the apartment. Apparently, when she visited our apartment to see if she wanted to live there, she noticed that the heat wasn’t working too well. I hadn’t even noticed.   In typical fashion, she notified  our super and demanded we get a better furnace system in the building.  Now, the guy is mad at her and threatens to make her life miserable once she moves in.

Me:  Oh gosh! You ready for life with Michiko again?

Beatrice:  (She stands and hugs me, ever so warmly.) I am ready.  I have been ready since she moved back to Japan when we were kids.  Some people never leave our life no matter what.  Michiko is that kind of friend to me.

Me:  I agree.  So, I’ll see you again in ten years?

Beatrice:  No, let’s make it two years.  I think readers might like to hear what happens to us next.

Me:  It’s a date!
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Notable Quote from Bumbling Bea

September 7, 2016 By dhcbaldwin Leave a Comment

Bumbling Bea

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“Yeah, a lot of life isn’t fair,” my dippy brother mimicked.” I didn’t get too upset when Bernie got run over by that car on the same day my camping game website crashed. Remember?”

Edmund had built a camping game website and was so obsessed with it that he didn’t notice “Bernie’s Prison Break” as we now called it.

I corrected him, “Well, life’s fair for you, bro’. Mom got you a new Bernie.  Besides, it’s your fault Bernie #1 escaped  from his cage.”

….Then I chewed and chewed the spongey tofu in the casserole. Horrible.

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Newcomers Welcome! 

December 10, 2014 By dhcbaldwin Leave a Comment

Hello friends and friends of friends and friends of relatives and so forth……

BB chapter 16.

You may have found this blog through a Facebook advertisement announcing sales of my book, Bumbling Bea Or a friend of mine or relative might have shared my blog with you. Either way, welcome!

So you are probably thinking, “What the heck is this blog about?” First and foremost, it’s about my debut novel, Bumbling Bea. But it’s also about teaching theater to every grade level, directing over two hundred plays and musicals with adults and children, middle school students, my experiences mothering two grown daughters and a step son, my advice to those seeking to be married for over thirty years as I have and life!

I hope you find what you are looking for and thanks for stopping by!

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The Ugly Santa and I: A Hilarious Story I Won’t Forget

January 3, 2014 By dhcbaldwin 5 Comments

A present and a blog post about an ugly Santa toy memory

The Ugly Santa and I: A Hilarious Story I Won’t Forget

The Ugly Santa and I: A Hilarious Story I Won’t Forget

I wanted to blog about a favorite memory of mine titled, The Ugly Santa and I: A Hilarious Story I Won’t Forget. This is the story of Ugly Santa that I thought you might enjoy.  When I was a little girl, my mother hung this Santa on the doorknob in our home.

I inherited him once I left home and started my life as an adult. Why I kept him all these years (and that’s a lot of years), I will never know. Like my mother’s silver tea service that she bequeathed me, some family heirlooms hang around long after they are appreciated.

I don’t think Ugly looked much differently when I was a child than he does now. Notice the fluffy-falling-off-because-the-cats-attacked-it beard? His cheeks and nose are painted a Pepto Bismol pink that makes him look more like he’s very angry than jolly. Hideous, right?

Even though Ugly is grotesque he is much loved in our house in a respectfully eccentric manner.

The Cute, but Scary Santa

The Ugly Santa and I: A Hilarious Story I Won’t Forget

When my husband and I were young parents, we also owned a cute, battery operated Santa that hit a toy drum as it trooped around the kitchen in our old house. It would march towards you, stop, then hit the drum in time to the tinny music playing from within it. Then it would continue marching. You can find your own Ugly Santa at: Ugly Santa

That Santa scared our daughters to death! They’d scream a high pitched squeal while leaping on their Little Tikes desk. Needless to say, we gave it away a long time ago.

The Legacy of Ugly Santa: A Holiday Tradition of Pranks and Surprises

The Ugly Santa and I: A Hilarious Story I Won’t Forget

But the Ugly Santa has stayed with us all these years and I have so many memories of him. To play a prank on each other, my daughter and I hid Ugly in each other’s belongings–our bed pillow, coat pocket, medicine cabinet or Christmas stocking, etc.

During winter break, she returned him to me either hiding him in an obvious place where I would find him (like the top of the Christmas tree) or merely presenting him to me like a dishonored knight returning his sword to his queen.

Every time, I would feign surprise at finding him and she’d warn me not to trick her again. Whether she actually meant it or not, I don’t know. Something makes me think she expected Ugly to appear every year.

Ugly Santa Takes a Trip

Several years later, I pulled a great prank on her. We took a cruise around Christmas day and of course I packed Ugly for the trip.

The Ugly Santa and I: A Hilarious Story I Won’t Forget

Our darling girl was at the very “this is so embarrassing” age, probably about fourteen years old. Anything and everything embarrassed her, because you know, she was too cool for us and even the world around her.

That didn’t stop me.

One evening, the suave and handsome waiter brought out our food presenting it so elegantly.  He lifted the silver food warmer and… voila! There was Ugly Santa. The look of surprise on Izzie’s face was absolutely priceless! We laughed and laughed.

The Ugly Santa and I: A Hilarious Story I Won’t Forget

The Ugly Santa

We have continued to hide Ugly every year since then. He is always hidden somewhere within the gifts. During those years, he was a way for me to stay connected to my daughter. Maybe other gifts would fade away, wear out or break, but  Ugly Santa withstood the test of time. He was a constant for us during her quickly changing childhood.

This year was no exception. I kept Ugly in my own underwear drawer for a whole year so I wouldn’t forget him come this Christmas. I’d say that was some heavy dedication to an inanimate object! In the hottest days of summer, it was very funny spying him in all his glory packed within my unmentionables. Christmas felt so far away.

 

Time Has a Way of Changing Things

 Izzie is married now and an adult. She and her husband are quite busy building a life for themselves. They are parents now and raising a wonderful little girl who unfortunately has some serious health issues.  Sometimes they have to be very serious, as our granddaughter can easily head to the E.R. Being an adult has a large share of seriousness don’t you think? That’s a heady realization for a young couple.

A few years ago, I thought my daughter would get a kick out of Ugly and explain about him to her new husband. I was looking forward to our chuckling as we had always done. When she unloaded her Christmas stocking and found Ugly at the bottom waiting for her, she smiled. There was no laugh or anguished sigh.

Suddenly, I realized that our days with Ugly were over and I felt a little embarrassed that I hadn’t realized that on my own. My dear, sweet, funny daughter moved on. I guess I was supposed to move on, too.

However, I was incorrect!  Ugly has returned to the family Christmas again and is still being passed around from my daughter to me.

The Ugly Santa and I: A Hilarious Story I Won’t Forget

Ugly Santa: A Timeless Tradition Passed Down Through Generations

I don’t think Christmas will be the same without Ugly Santa. He is so gross, he is beautiful. Toys like a drumming Santa and Elf on the Shelf will come and go with time. But Ugly Santa? Well, he’ll just have to be put away (in a box) until our new granddaughter is old enough to appreciate him. Then, hopefully, the fun begins all over again.

I sure hope so.

P.S.  It’s been five years since I penned this post.  Guess what?  My  daughter asked me to bring Ugly Santa back into our lives again this Christmas.  I’ll have to ask him if that’s okay, but I think I know the answer.  🙂

P.P.S. Well, look who re-appeared this year.

P.P.P.S.  It’s 2022, and Ugly Santa returned to our house this time. Our oldest granddaughter has been introduced to him.  I’ll hold on to him until next year.

The Ugly Santa and I: A Hilarious Story I Won’t Forget

Do you have a practical joke you play every holiday season?  I’ve love to hear about it.  Contact me at dhcbaldwin@gmail.com or DeborahBaldwin.net

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