Let it goooo!
Can’t hold it back any more.
Let it go, let it go!
Turn away and slam the door.
I don’t care what they’re going to say.
Let the storm rage on.
The cold never bothered me anyway.
I’m going to admit it. I haven’t seen Frozen yet. I’m not exactly sure who Elsa is, despite my Facebook newsfeed being populated almost solely by little girls in Elsa dresses. My own little girl, who has an aversion to anything on the telly that isn’t Abney and Teal or Charlie and Lola, has also never seen it. Yet delights in singing ‘Let it goooo, let it gooooo’ at the top of her voice at any given moment.
Her words were ringing in my ears yesterday, waiting at the train station for her dad to arrive, and watching others waiting for their loved ones to kick off the Christmas celebrations. Littlies of every shape and size, bursting with excitement at the culmination of the ever-increasing build up to Christmas, being restrained in every direction, told to be quiet, stand still, calm down. One little boy, biting his lip, his father’s face millimetres from his, hissing ‘on today of all days you need to behave yourself’.
And yet this morning, somehow, all the excitement that we have been telling our kids to put a lid on for the other 364 days in the year…that’s meant to come out in bucketloads, alongside unbridled gratitude and an expectation that they’ll stop playing and sit at the Christmas table for an interminably long meal.
And I feel it rubbing off on me too, from the ghosts of generations past and present, the unexpressed message that they should….BEHAVE.
Let it go.
Let it go when they tell grandma to go away.
Let it go when they rip the paper off all their presents then go and play with the glittery bauble.
Let it go when all they want to eat is buttered bread.
Let it go when all the little one wants is what the big one has.
Let it go when the big one fights back.
Let it go when a sprout finally gets flung across the Christmas table.
And for the little girl and boy in you too….
Let it go when they treat you like your twelve year old self.
Let it go when they get you yet another pair of thermal socks.
Let it go when they insist on you clearing your plate.
Or whatever it is in your family!
Or maybe that should be let it go, get your coat on and get out for a crisp, adrenaline-calming winter walk.
Because on the other 364 days of the year, when you somehow manage to be an adult, these things don’t affect you. So just let it go, keep your cool, and have a fabulous Christmas!
🎶It’s time to see what I can do,
to test the limits and break through.
No right, no wrong, no rules for me.