We had some water damage from a mysterious hairline crack in our foundation and had to toss out some of our beloved ornaments this year. Some were growing mold, some were completely tarnished, some where a melted mushy muddy mess, some were just still as ugly as hell as we remembered them from our tainted childhoods and we threw them out just because. Why not? How trickling ground water can manage to seep into small Rubbermaid containers within larger Rubbermaid containers is beyond me but I imagine it has a lot to do with science.
The ones that broke my heart most to let go were the handmade ones, like the set of snowmen that my younger brother had made for me when he was only six. He slopped white paint all over these warped clay snowmen and haphazardly stabbed toothpicks all over them. They are the characters that nightmares are made of and they laid at the bottom of the container – a black bearded oatmeal sprinkled with gold glitter. Sigh.
But my son’s manger made it.
He made it last year and I am most proud of it. This art project made him so overwhelmed with anxiety. He wanted it – just like everything he creates – absolutely perfect and when he realized that he had glued half of it the wrong way, he smashed it to pieces. The kids at his desk laughed at him which only made him feel ten times worse and his teacher never came to help. He told me that evening, “Mom, I was left alone at my desk with busted up macaroni Jesus.”
So he waited until recess and stayed in to get calm. He got new macaroni and started again, “because we all make mistakes mom.”
Then he ended up gluing the damn thing on the WRONG way AGAIN — the hangers on the front.
Instead of smashing the manger again, he glued moss over top so you couldn’t see the hangers, then he affixed the gold star.
My goodness – I loved it the moment I spotted it and before I even heard the story.
I kept that manger up long after Christmas was over.
…because I loved it
…and because I’m lazy
I also kept this tree picture up:
So my son informed me that Christmas happens in December and not in February. (re: his Christmas tree art on display) Then he asked me if people my age started losing their memory. This was after he told me that his poop "refused to be flushed 3 times. THREE TIMES". Motherhood is not for the weak yo. Stay strong Moms. Stay. Strong 💪😂 . . . . #motherhood #momlife #boymom #thingsthatmakemehappy #talesofmotherhood #keepingitreal
“We all make mistakes mom.”
Yes we do.
And we are not perfect.
We just have to be good enough and try our best — keep trying.
Do you have a favourite Christmas ornament or decoration?