Our 9 year old daughter fell in love with a certain tree we worried would be too tall for our living room ceiling. Literally there were tears, TEARS, over not getting that tree she wanted! Really, the ridiculousness of it is still amazing to me now 3 days later!
Lest the pictures fool you into thinking it was an idyllic day, just know that we began the outing with a 15 minute lecture right there standing in the parking lot of the Christmas tree farm, to address bad behavior from all 4 kids that had gone on that morning. And mid-way through our quest for the perfect tree I may have said we'd never do this again -- I mean an entire farm worth of trees and we couldn't all agree on one!
The 11 year old perfectly illustrating my feelings:
Then there was the colossal fit Little Girl threw in the play area that caused my husband to carry her out screaming to the car. He later told me he kept waiting for the police to come question him for kidnapping. We worried about that a lot when Little Girl first came to us and was throwing fits often and we were hyper aware of not matching like typical parents and children, since we are white and she is black. But, praise God, the fits got better and I haven't thought much about being accused of kidnapping my own child in a long time. Hopefully that Christmas tree farm fit was isolated and not the beginning a new pattern!
So, just keeping it real, and telling the back story behind the pictures, but at the end of the day we did go home with a tree that we cut down, the kids had some fun, hopefully lessons were learned, and we are a family. We hang together through the messy and the beautiful!
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