Memories Tied on the Branches of a Christmas Tress
I have relished my solitary time tying my ornaments and thinking of the people and times they represent.
But, for the last few years the kids have really wanted to be involved. I was starting to feel like Scrooge keeping them from something they so clearly wanted to be a part of.
Last year, it was a treat watching Tom help Peter and Lizzy pick out decorations and place them on the branches; hearing Lizzy giggle as she plays with the ballerina and Barbie ornaments she loves; helping Peter pick out just the right spot to put the train ornament I bought the year I was pregnant with him; and answering questions about who gave us what or where we were living when we received it. Every part of it turned out to be much more valuable than any ornament with an exclusive name on it.
I may cringe every now and then, but in the end, my mother was right, they are just things. The experience and memory of my kids helping me is more than worth a few broken ornaments.