If you are like me, you have a million things on your plate. Putting up a Christmas tree is not on that list. That task, my friend, was delegated to our teenagers. I told my son to tell his friends that he would holler at them later and to turn off his Xbox. I told my daughter to shut off her new-found love, Netflix. They were to bring the tree up from the basement and to get it dressed before they could return to them.
About 15 minutes later, I heard arguing and fussing from the basement. They couldn’t decide who was bringing up what and who was going to do what. Hubby, who was in the man cave, was oblivious to the commotion even though his cave is in the basement. I threatened them that they would be on electronic lock-down for the rest of the night, when my smarty-pants daughter decided she was going to educate me.
She asked, “Mom, why are we putting up the tree? You guys give us a lot during the year and truthfully, I don’t want or need anything but some make-up. Besides, the tree is just more work for us and there will be nothing under it since you guys give us money for Christmas.” She then went in on the tradition of the Christmas tree. She shared how she did not feel it was necessary for us to have one with them now being teenagers. I was blown away by her wisdom.
I agreed with her and told her that was the most profound thing she has said all year. She rolled her eyes and laughed. I thanked her for acknowledging what we have done for them all year and for being grateful. They brought the tree up anyway and put all of 20 ornaments on it. After a few days, of looking at the tree with a handful of ornaments on it, I told them to take it back downstairs.
This year, we will forgo a Christmas tree and I’m okay with it. I appreciate the fact that my kids can think for themselves and that they feel free to drop knowledge on me without fear of me being offended. I will still decorate the rest of the house with the usual trimmings, since I love this time of year. The Christmas tree will stay in a box in the closet in the basement.
When was the last time your kids dropped knowledge on you?