Dear Santa

I know you've already made half your deliveries and you may be at my house any minute, but I have a few last minute requests for you. You see, I've been feeling quite inadequate lately when it comes to my mothering abilities so I need you to fill my stocking with patience, unselfishness, and lots more "know-how". When my kids were all little, I was a confident mama. Babies and toddlers were all I had ever seen in my dreams of motherhood. Now my kids are getting big and I am kind of feeling like a fish out of water. I would love to start swimming again. I'm counting on you to help me out here. And while you're delivering at my house, feel free to indulge me. I would love to wake up to happy children who love each other (and act like it) oh, for like the rest of their lives. Is that too much to ask?