My Christmas Wish Isn’t That Complicated

World peace? Equality for all? All of the riches of the world? Well, yes, all of these things, but my Christmas wish is much simpler than all of this and it is every year. This year, I really hope my Christmas wish comes true.

World peace? Equality for all? All of the riches of the world? Well, yes, all of these things, but my Christmas wish is much simpler than all of this and it is every year. This year, I really hope my Christmas wish comes true.

My Christmas wish is simple. It’s not just peace on earth, good will toward man, and all that jazz; it’s about peace and joy within my own household. See, every year, I paint a perfect picture of our holiday in my head. We wake up, we rejoice in the season, we open presents, we eat amazing food, and we just enjoy each other’s company under the twinkling lights. We have the perfect Christmas. But what is perfect anyway? My mind’s eye tells me there is no bickering, no disappointment, no negativity.

That’s my Christmas wish. Is that too much to ask?

With a large family, I guess it is.

As a child, there was always chaos. My parent’s coffee was never ready before my sisters and I woke up. Someone always ruined a surprise because someone peeked the night before. My sisters and I would bicker because “she got more than me, mom!”. Always something.

As an adult, a parent with a lot of kids and a blended family, I’ve never been able to pour that first cup of coffee or focus my camera on the gifts before someone woke up and counted the presents (surely, they were uneven in number, but not in cash – but I could never point that out, because…SANTA!). Chaos. Bickering. B getting mad over all of the bickering and bickering too much himself or just heading to the beach for a “break” (break, you know, those things moms don’t get?). Do they know it’s Christmas time at all?

So, this year, my Christmas wish is this (and it’s really simple)…let us all just enjoy the day…together. No one gets mad. No one feels slighted. No one fights. No one leaves because they get mad (and possibly drink too much) and don’t want to adult (not me for once). We have a problem with this and I know we can’t be the only family.

All I want for Christmas is a fuss-free day. For once, I want no one to notice that things don’t “look” equal. I want each one of us, within my own home, to notice that we have a good life. That we have a strong family bond. That the magic of the lights and the season, and the love we have for one another, is so much more important than anything under that tree.

I want to feel the magic that I felt when I was 10. I want them to love the fact that we’re together, that we’re healthy, that we’re a family. I want us to all go to sleep saying that this was the best day ever simply because we were all together in the day.

If I get nothing for Christmas under the tree this year, I don’t care. I’m just committed to the fact that I know that I want to be happy knowing that my (non-bickering) family is under the tree together this year.

Is that too much to ask? My Christmas wish is simple. I want my first-world-problems, bickers-too-much, non-appreciative family to just appreciate and love this year. No nonsense, no chaos, no fighting…just love and togetherness.

Merry Christmas, y’all! What’s your Christmas wish? I sure hope it comes true for you this year!

Today, The Brightest Soul I Know Turns 9

What do you do when your youngest child suddenly turns nine? You celebrate, you buy XBox games, and you cry a little inside. Today, the brightest soul I know turns nine!

What do you do when your youngest child, the youngest of six, suddenly turns nine? You celebrate, you buy XBox games, and you cry a little inside. Today, the brightest soul I know turns 9!

My Bubby, my baby, the last of a lineage, turns nine today and as proud as I am of this brilliant and funny boy of mine, I can’t help being a little melancholy. Watching him grow and become the wonderful person he is has been a life-altering experience for me. He, quite literally, amazes me every single day with his wealth of knowledge, his beautiful sense of humor, and his obvious lack of common sense.

He can pass a STAAR test with ease at grade levels well above his own, he can spout random facts (that his teachers and I often have to Google to verify) about ancient Egyptians or sea creatures, yet when you point to something “over there” that you need, he can’t figure out where that is. And don’t even get me started on his “punny” sense of humor. He’s such a little old man wrapped in such a beautiful package and I love him to pieces.

the brightest soul i know turns 9 today

But he’s growing up on me…way too fast…and I’d love for time to stop for just a bit so I can just enjoy his little self just a little bit longer. Yes, he’ll always be my baby and I believe that “huggy time” will always be a thing, but his independence is starting to shine, which I encourage, and that’s a little hard on this doting momma.

Enough of my whining though. Time to celebrate the brightest soul I know. He’d give you the shirt off his back, he’d gladly give you his last dollar (but probably not his last XBox game), and he’s always there to lift anyone up when they’re down. He’s as perfect as I’d hoped he’d be nine years and eight months ago when I found out about him, and he’ll do amazing things in this world. Watch him, you’ll see!

So, today, Zachary Alexander Gossett turns nine years old. He’s growing into a fine, caring, productive human being and I couldn’t be more proud of my little man. Thank you, Bub, for making my life complete and allowing me to be your mom. I love you more than the world is big, more than the sky is blue. Enjoy your last year in the single digits and always remember, enjoy being a kid for as long as you can. It all goes by in a flash! You’re doing a really phenomenal job at this life thing and I’m oh-so proud to be your mommy!

From Being Mom’s Favorite to a Mom Myself

From being an only child and mom’s favorite, to being a big sister, to being the oldest of six kids, somehow I got lost along the way. But now that I’m going to be a mom myself, I’m ready to share my journey.

From being an only child and mom's favorite, to being a big sister, to being the oldest of six kids, somehow I got lost along the way. But now that I'm going to be a mom myself, I'm ready to share my journey.

Oh hi.. Bryana Gregory here. New to Galveston Island (Atlanta, GA to here…can you say culture shock?) with one on the way (I’M GONNA BE A MOMMY)!! 28 years old and the oldest of 6, definitely the rebel child of the group. I mean some of us just really never wanna grow up; can I get an amen?! I’m addicted to coffee, elephants, rain boots, Hot Cheetos, tanning, fishing, the color black, and my ever-growing baby bump. He’s already my greatest adventure and we still have one week until we actually meet face to face! Life as I know it is about to change ANDDD I truly couldn’t be more ecstatic!!

From Being Mom’s Favorite to a Mom Myself

From being an only child and mom's favorite, to being a big sister, to being the oldest of six kids, somehow I got lost along the way. But now that I'm going to be a mom myself, I'm ready to share my journey.

So let’s back up a little bit…growing up (refer to rebel child), I didn’t always exceed people’s expectations, especially when it came to school or really sticking with anything. Live for the day (carpe diem) and not for the future type of person! For instance, I made a 9 in my freshman Lit class (yes, you read that correctly, a 9). As in, out of 100%, I got 9% of those.

How is that possible, you ask? Well, you write your name on the paper, answer a few questions (more than likely wrong), turn it in, and BAM…a 9! So boom, there went cheerleading that I had loved so much, and a repeat of my freshman year. The next year I would do better, take 2! I decided to sharpen up a bit, but NOPE!

Dropped out my junior year (which should have been my senior year because…see above), took my GED (passed first time, I really wasn’t dumb at all, just didn’t care, dammit), and headed off to college for two years.

AGAIN…drop out. It was kind of a skill of mine. I had gotten really good at this…I’m all in…oh wait…I failed, kind of thing.

From big girl jobs to my most loyal career…bartending! Life has always been one day at a time! Now pregnant…very pregnant…I think back and wish I would have done things a little differently. But why? I really wouldn’t be the person that I am today…correct?!

So here we are DAY ONE…the first day of my journey of chronicling my new-found life as a mom, a millennial who thought the world was about ME – and then in an instant, I realized there was so much more. This chaotic rollercoaster of a life? Stay tuned. I’m gonna get my shit together. Watch me!