Submitted by OWB Blogger of the Month, Heather Davis
In the middle of March, my sister and I found ourselves digging through our mom’s house—there was no earthquake, but she was a borderline hoarder, so we literally were digging. We found ourselves in the garage looking through boxes of Christmas decorations that our mom hadn’t put up in years. Two weeks prior to this daunting task, our mom had a stroke. She was in intense rehab re-learning to walk among other things, and we found ourselves wondering what would happen to her if she were unable to return home. Depending on her level of recovery, she might be moving in with me and my family. As we dug through her boxes and totes, I found the silver tree.
Mom will tell us that her mother, our Nana, bought that tree at a T G & Y store in the late fifties. Then she’ll tell us that she wants to put that tree up at Christmas. But, the truth is this: She hadn’t put up a tree in several years. When I was in college, twenty-five years ago or so, my roomies and I faithfully put up the little silver tree and hung red satin balls from its aluminum limbs. Then I graduated and got my own grown-up place with a five-foot green tree and fancy things like blue ornaments and white garland. But in March, with the thought of my mom moving in with my family, I carried the box containing the silver tree to my car and stowed it in my own garage that evening. My mom’s been in her new home—our home—for five months now. When we put up our Christmas tree, a seven-foot, green, flame-retardant tree, we also put up the silver aluminum tree in my mom’s space. It looks like it’s belonged there the whole time.
Heather Davis is a momma, a writer and the ham in her generational sandwich. She & her husband have two daughters and a seventy-six year old momma, all living under the same roof. She is the award-winning author of the TMI Mom book series and blogs at www.Minivan-Momma.com.