Normally I like to think this blog is all about finding ways to embrace living with young kids, but sometimes I’m happy to admit defeat. And when it comes to decorating my Christmas tree, it’s a whole different ball game.
Over the course of the last couple of weeks I’ve seen dozens of Christmas tree shots posted to blogs, Twitter, Facebook and Instagram and I’ve noticed that we parents can be divided into two camps: those that hand over the decorating control to their offspring, and those of us who don’t.I envy the other camp. They nimbly dodge the pressure to show off their decorating skills and instead they get to bask in the creativity of their kids, chuckling affectionately at the erratic arrangement of baubles. But for a control freak like me, there’s no way on this earth I could look at a badly decorated tree for longer than, ooh, about ten minutes.
Step away from my tree.
Oh, I can very much relate to this, although it’s normally my husband + the kids against me, so I’m outnumbered 3 to 1. A husband who still has all the Christmas tat from his own childhood…
Let us also not talk of the yearly argument about tinsel. *shudder*
Yeah, I suspect I may still get beaten into submission when the twins get a bit older…
I actually love you. I went on the radio the other day and admitted I couldn’t give up the control and kept moving baubles my toddler was putting on the tree. Then I also admitted that her homemade decs (in all sorts of splodgy colours) don’t make it onto the tree but get on the wall instead. I was called a bad mother with the words, “How could you? SHAME ON YOU!”. Oh dear…
I have also been on the receiving end of similar comments from friends and co-workers, but I don’t care! At least we’re crafting with our children in the first place. Surely that counts for something?!
This is me all over! I am so OCD about the tree being perfect that not one bauble can be out of place. You can imagine how this went down, when I decided to throw a birthday party in my house and all my under 4 years of age nieces and nephews came, not to mention my 4 year old daughter who was happily egging them on! *Steam coming out of ears* I did however, let my husband help me this year, being 8 months pregnant, there is only so long I can stand at a tree which dwarfs me to the ceiling!
I think I’d have to have left the room rather than witness a gaggle of 4 year olds assaulting my tree! And I’m sure you were giving your husband strict instructions all the way along?!
Laughing away here, we have two big Christmas trees, one is mine and all silver, white and glittery and one is the kids and is evry colour under the sun!
Good move to buy them their own.
Mich x
Your tree sounds lovely Mich. The kids’ tree? Not so much. 😉
Why have I not thought of getting the children a tree on their own? I don’t let them at my tree, I don’t even out their school made secs on it. I feel like a bad mum but I can not sit there night after night looking at an awfully decorated tree.
Would love to see your finished tree
That’s the thing isn’t it? One of my favourite things about Christmas is sitting in the living room in the evening with the fairy lights twinkling on the Christmas tree. I know I just wouldn’t be able to relax properly if it didn’t look right to me! I’ve just posted a pic of our tree on IG, but I’m sure it’ll make it onto the blog later this week too.
Why didn’t I think of getting them their own trees? Brilliant idea
Glad to be of service. Happy Christmas Mari!