Tonight my sons and I went and picked out our Christmas tree. Despite that fact that they are 11 and 13 they didn’t mind that we walked down to the neighborhood nursery to pick out the tree.
They happily looked through the selection of trees and easily decided on a tree. After my evaluation of their choice we purchased the tree and as is our tradition proceeded to carry it home. At this point they both eagerly grabbed an end of the tree and started for home. I expected at some point one of them would get tired or just be annoyed that I wasn’t helping. To my surprise they happily, almost joyfully carried it all the way home. Now it is only about 5 blocks but it seems a lot longer when you are carrying a 7 ft tall tree. Yet they both could have gone on for miles.
After we got home they each helped in getting the tree up. Nick going into the attic to get the stand and ornaments and Robert setting up the tree stand.
Now I am sure to most of you that sounds great. And to some extent it is to me as well. Then I stood back and thought of the first time we did this, when they could barely stand the walk back and forth. Now here they are easily carrying the tree. It is just one more reminder to me of how fast they are growing up and how I need to savor these moments. In 5 or 6 years they may not be home for this part of Christmas, returning just in time to ask for the keys and gas money so they can see their friends.
This morning I was thinking how I wasn’t in the Christmas mood and how I needed to do something to help the boys slow down and remember the spirit of Christmas and here I am 12 hours later with thoughts of Christmas’ past, present and future going through my head. Now all I need is for it to snow.