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<\/figure><\/div>\n\n\nI love decorating for Christmas, filling the house with greens, red berries, white flowers, and candles. I love hauling out our vast collection of ornaments, decorating the tree (though not stringing the lights), setting up the wooden trains we bought when the girls were little.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I also love dismantling Christmas<\/a> after the New Year. This time, though, packing away the ornaments came with a dose of poignancy. I separated out all of Emma\u2019s, fully expecting that they will no longer grace our tree, but hers and her partner\u2019s in Christmases to come. After all, that has been the goal of our annual ornament ritual ever since our daughters were born. Just like our children, they are not ours to keep, but to send off into the world created and inhabited by our grown-up kids. (As long as said kids are capable of setting up more than a knee-high tree for their own Christmas traditions).<\/p>\n\n\n\n We\u2019ve done without Ally\u2019s ornaments since 2019<\/a>, when she and her now-husband began hosting their own tree-trimming parties with a six-footer. Emma and her partner moved in together earlier this year, so I offered to gather her ornaments for the Big Transfer when we saw them at Thanksgiving. I confess to an inner sigh of relief when she declined, since they were going to spend the holidays away from home. But home is where the heart is, and their new home is full of heart. Even in this year of going elsewhere, Emma\u2019s partner set up a miniature Christmas village and tiny tree. After all, he\u2019s father to an 11-year-old and long accustomed to the habits of adulthood. I see a six-footer in their Christmas Future together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So Emma\u2019s ornaments are now in their own shoe box. As I went through our lists of how each of our ornaments came into the household, I was glad to see that some of the more hideous ones were from Emma\u2019s era of gaudy poor taste (i.e., not mine)\u2014gold-painted reindeer, a plastic peace sign, a plastic speed boat. I will miss, naturally, those selected by my superior taste, before she was too young to have a vote, especially this one, which we got for her first Christmas:<\/p>\n\n\n I will miss that little one in a cradle, just as I miss my little girls in their cribs and their belief in Santa and infallible parents. But I am thrilled to see them blossom into their own selves, and to pass on the bounty of Christmases past. I have the comfort of my memories, and knowing that these ornaments will forever be where they belong. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Plus, still with us is the ornament I will never relinquish\u2014this inch-long striped stocking for the in-utero and mysterious Tadpole, more than a gleam in our eyes, but not yet known as the wonderful person to come who brought us into the magical world of parenthood:<\/p>\n\n\n\n I love decorating for Christmas, filling the house with greens, red berries, white flowers, and candles. I love hauling out our vast collection of ornaments, decorating the tree (though not stringing the lights), setting up the wooden trains we bought … Continue reading ![\"\"](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/shrinkrapped.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/01\/Katies-first-ornament.jpg?resize=339%2C449&ssl=1\")
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