(This post is not nearly as ominous as the title might lead one to believe...but I'm still chuckling over this "stark" exchange!)
Since the girls were small, they’ve desperately wanted to help decorate the Christmas tree. Each year, I’ve devised some age-appropriate (and finite) task for them to do. Certainly their involvement has progressed over time, but it’s always been very orchestrated.
This year, the girls just shy of seven, I was ready to turn over more reigns to them. Hubby pulled the high boxes out of the storage closet in the basement. I pulled out the lower boxes and began to unpack specific things from them. I told the girls they could make trips upstairs, carrying small loads. Baby B helped kick things off, and Baby A was in for the long haul.
Once everything was upstairs, Hubby and I assembled the tree and put the lights on. The girls watched with rapt enthusiasm…although B was not sold that the lights would be “pretty” until we finally plugged them in.
After a quick vacuuming session, it was time for the girls to start the real fun!
While I unwrapped one box of ornaments, I told them they could take others from their boxes. I directed them to make a pile of empty boxes and a pile of ornaments. They were so cute, looking at each one…talking about which ornament belonged to whom, and when they’d made some of their crafty ones.
When everything was out, it was time to decorate the tree. “Have at it!” I told the girls. I encouraged them to hang a variety of types…our collectible silver bells interspersed with our handmade creations. We had a small stepstool to help us reach heights, and Baby A, in particular, was great about asking for help here and there to reach just the right branch.
|(B is on the stepstool here, and A is doing her best to reach just the right branch.)|
It didn’t take long for the girls’ enthusiasm to wane, though.
“I’m tired!” “This is hard work!” “Can I go do something else?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. It IS hard work!
My precious little ones…this is an early glimpse for you that grown-up things are not always full of “fun”. Enjoy being a kiddo while it lasts!!! Hee hee!