Every year of my life, my mom buys me an ornament that symbolizes something important that happened. When I became a teacher, she got me a glass apple. When we got engaged, she bought me a ring. She always writes my name and the year. She started this for my husband too back in 1998 when we met in college (apparently she knew he was the one). And she does this for our daughters, my brothers, my SIL and my nieces as well. When I got married, she gave me all of my ornaments, minus a few of her favorites, plus ornaments from my grandma. And when our daughters move out, I will do the same for them.
Our tree is more than just a place to put presents under. It is filled with memories. It shows me the life that I’ve lived. This simple tradition has become one of my most cherished. I was blessed to have so many as a child. The holidays always equaled magic, birthdays too.
This holiday season I invite you to care less about what it all looks like and more about what it feels like. These babies are only in our homes for so long. It is our job to raise them to leave and when they do we won’t get these loud, busy, and magical moments anymore. Be present in the life you’ve created and take a moment to remember when you used to dream about it all.