Why are they called ball-balls and not just balls? – JD, 4
Am I the only one whose experience of putting up the Christmas tree was a mixture of pleasure and pain?
JD’s four now, so once we’d wrapped the lights in place, we let him decorate the tree ‘all by himself’, only standing by to lift him up when he wanted to reach the top branches.
It was lovely to watch him – so independent and tall – carefully choosing and hanging each ornament. And it was wonderful to see him enjoying himself and being creative.
But as I watched him put 90% of the decorations in a 1ft x 2 ft square on the 7ft tall Christmas tree, my desire for pattern and order started to bubble up like heart burn.
It was all I could do to keep my ‘helpful comments’ to a minimum: “Would you like me help you put a few more up at the top, sweetheart?” or “How about trying to make a row of baubles?”
Of course, when he’d finished, the tree looked rather nice, but now it’s sitting in my living room, staring at me with its uneven decorations – top bare, drummers clustered to one side, several baubles smothering one bent-to-breaking-point branch.
I will leave it alone. JD is proud of it and I’m proud that he did it by himself. Maybe I’ll just move that one star…