Most of the time I don’t try to forget things. I mean, sometimes I do – like an old address or something, but most of the time I try to remember stuff. But I looked up this morning as I was grading school books and saw these decorations still hanging above the hallway and realized I forgot to pack them with the rest of the Christmas things. D’oh!
That’s the first time I’ve ever hung anything there, and I even (gasp) used thumbtacks. Generally I stick to tape and Command Strips since this is a rental, but for the garland, I went ahead and used tacks.
Believe it or not, those little construction paper hands are among our most cherished Christmas ornaments. The kids rolled their eyes when I hung them. “Seriously, mom? Those are like, lame!” They have no comprehension yet of just how precious and meaningful those paper hands with their silly glitter fingernails are to their father and me. They come from a time when things were really hard for us, a time when we couldn’t get our kids presents for Christmas so I had to make them, a time when we weren’t able to buy ornaments for our little tree so we had to get creative and make them ourselves. [Thursday Thankfulness | The “Ness” in DarcNess 😉] And they are the hands of our children when they were little, something they will never be again. How can you attach value to such priceless things?
I was going to go back to the storage closet and get the box to pack them away when I thought, no. No, they stay up, at least for a while longer, in this place of honor. They are a testament to how far we’ve come, and how much we treasure the memories of our children.