We save the tree cut from our Christmas tree every year. In fact, and I’m editing this in….this is the one tradition that I’ve kept even after my divorce. For some reason those little pieces of wood represent strength and bravery and courage. And this is the third Christmas we’ve had in Nashville now, so even those “new” tree cuts mean a great deal to the kids.
It’s a simple, inexpensive, and very easy tradition to start.
Unless, of course you don’t get a real tree.
The kids, especially the little boys, love to play with those pieces of memory wood.
Someday, Lord willing, my grandchildren will look through that pile of tree trunk cuts and then I can tell them about this year and the years to come. Years of good times and bad times and normal times and joy times all wrapped into a package called one’s life.
Save your tree cuts. Write the date. Life will never be perfect, but it can be good.
It’s a simple way to remember.
edited to add: since I first published this in 2013 my family has gone through a divorce and moved cross country. But we’ve also had amazing things happen – several of my children have graduated, we’ve traveled the country and we are stronger than ever. Memories matter, no matter what.