Last year I struggled with “letting go” of decorating the Christmas Tree. I’ve always been a little bit OCD when it comes to Christmas. Everything needs to be “just so”, all the baubles and wooden stars and child-created creche “art” need to be in perfect balance—a harmony of festive design. I suspect it’s about me trying to recreate the Christmas rituals I relished as a kid and it’s taken practice for me to Step Away from the Christmas Tree as a parent.
This year, to tell the truth, I just couldn’t be arsed decorating the bloody Christmas Tree. I’ve been flat-out editing the cr*p out of UXmas, so we set up the tree, opened up Pando… ahem, the Christmas box of decorations and said to the children, “Go forth. Create magic.” And a magical job they did.
I suspect they rather liked having total control of the tree and what it looked like. They squabbled, they “negotiated” (which sounded more like a hysterical tableau of the Judgement of Solomon, but you take what you can get), they designed without a nagging OCD parent hovering over them “suggesting” that the artfully stuffed Pear from the Pear Tree would go better next to that crimson glass bauble.
I love it. It’s not what I would have done, but parenting is not about controlling the party, is it?