The Pink Ornament

Years ago, my mom loved to decorate our (always) live tree.  She would let me and my siblings help which is surprising since we had all those old delicate glass ornaments.  But to her credit, she let us.  But only she could put on the old foil icicle strands.  On every single branch. She kept them organized by length.  It was her thing.  (Meditative if you will because there were 5 of us!  12 yrs and younger.)

Of all the ornaments, there was a smallish brush-stroke painted, bright pink glass ball.  All of us girls LOVED it.  (It was pink after all.)  We had to take turns each year on who got to put it on the tree.  

One year, my mom gifted it to me, as the oldest child.  It went on my tree each  year with a smile, along with other ornaments that remind us of our parents.  

I had found a set of similar ornaments to match my pretty pink ball, but they were duller in colors and so they rarely made the tree.

This year, 2020, I was happy, eager even, to put up our tree and to celebrate the Joy that has been so lacking.  Farmer helped put the tree up and helped find all the plugs to light it and we celebrated our "new" star we had forgotten we got last year. I decorated it with Nativity scenes, red & white/clear balls, stars, snowflakes, red birds and filled in with red poinsettias instead of garland or icicles. 

Somehow in the tweaking of the ornaments, my pretty pink childhood ornament, 

bounced it's way down the tree 

and as I held my breath, 

I watched it 

hit the banister and shatter.  

*sigh*

There was nothing else to do but vacuum it up and mourn it's passing.  It seemed fitting, that it's demise was in 2020.  

I've grown much this year.  My faith has been strengthened and I've held on to God so tightly.  

I feel like I've turned yet another corner in my quest for maturity and wisdom.  

As if I've been breaking through a tough shell. It's been "a year."  

A good year, but hard.

Back to the ornament-

There is a pale pink version of it in the set I bought.  And grey and aqua and gold.  I'm going to print "2020" on the bottom of the pink one and hang it on the tree in remembrance of the other.

Perhaps it's a reminder to remember my childhood but to set aside childish things and look toward my senior years (58 next year).  

Remembering the good, but setting my sights on the future.

Hugs,

Kay

For unto us a Child is born,

Unto us a Son is given;

And the government will be upon His shoulder.

And His name will be called

Wonderful, Counselor, 

Mighty God,

Everlasting Father, 

Prince of Peace.