It’s been almost a week since we were stealing our children’s candy, gorging on chocolate, and watching Ghostbusters over and over and over again. The costumes are safely tucked away, our pumpkin luminaries are once more shoved into a box in our garage, and the only cobwebs hanging around are the real ones because my ceilings are really high in the front room, and I’m not that tall. (Don’t worry, I’ll get to them.) All of this can only mean one thing. October has gone, and November has stepped up.
Pumpkins, fall colors, garlands of pine cones, and apple cinnamon scents wafting from the wax warmer lanterns. Pictures of turkeys everywhere. These are the things that used to take place of pride after the skeletons and ghosts were safely packed away. It’s what many have in their homes right now.
They don’t have an 11 year old named Grace Dulinsky.
From day one, her downy crown of brown hair and bright blue eyes earned her the nickname Mini-Me. As she grew, her personality began to shine through, only driving home the fact that she is indeed a miniature version of me. And so much more.
She’s a force to be reckoned with.
Not quite the middle child nor the baby of the family, she’s an introverted enigma wrapped in a fuzzy blanket of whimsy and fun. Out of our four kids, she most definitely has inherited the Style Gene. Her ability to style isn’t limited to just her spot on fashion sense either. She loves all things home decor. Especially holidays.
We gave her the lead on halloween decorating this year, and I’ve decided not to stop there. I’m passing the torch, so to speak. It’s been coming for a few years now. It started small. Letting them choose the decorations one year. Allowing them to decorate the tree. I let go of trying to control it all. Of trying to create the perfect holiday, only to end up an emotional wreck wrapped in tinsel.
An amazing thing happens when I step back. Magical things. They rise to the occasion. They shine and their joy is infectious. And I stop controlling and start celebrating.
So, Christmas decorating has started, just barely a week after Halloween has ended. Some will think we’re crazy. I no longer care.
Life is precious, ladies and gentlemen, and I for one don’t want to waste a second of it.
My children will grow up and have their own homes and families. They won’t be begging me to help them go through the decorations. They won’t be here to snuggle by the fire and watch How The Grinch Stole Christmas. One day, I’ll find myself with the perfect tree, arrayed in a color coordinated display of splendor. I’ll miss the misshapen ornaments made out of salt dough, and the random stuffed animals shoved between the branches. And I’ll miss the sweet, pure excitement that is a child’s Christmas.
Christmas has come early to Casa Dulinsky, and I am embracing the chaos. Even if I can’t see my desk.
Whether you choose to decorate early or closer to the season, or not at all, just remember- life is to be embraced, every single day. The joy of Christmas, the miracle of our Savior’s birth, can be celebrated every day. So spread the love, and share the cheer. Christmas is near.
Happy Holidays my friends. Let the gaiety begin!