That is the question. (Well that’s my question anyway, and in my opinion, it’s better than Shakespeare’s, because it actually makes sense.)
You know the dilemma. As a mother you have opposing primal urges:
1) The first is to be a good mother and decorate for the holiday season, (thus creating impossibly heartwarming family memories for your children to cherish for a lifetime).
2) The second is to protect your child from swallowing tiny bits of glass, poking his eye out with pointy objects, and tipping over large and heavy objects, like christmas trees, on top of himself.
So far primal urge number two is winning.
Buddha is at the age now (7 months) where he is interested in exploring everything, especially if it is dangerous. But even if it's not dangerous, he finds a way to make it so. The other day I turned my back for ONE second and he flipped his bouncy chair over, while in it, and landed on his forehead. (Can you say recall alert?) Not to mention the fact that he knocks his head on something every five seconds. I'm literally considering making him wear a helmet during his waking hours.
And then there are the Dogs From Hell who probably couldn’t imagine a better treat than a decorated Christmas tree to slowly destroy over the course of a month. It would probably be more thrilling than the gazebo they ripped to shreds last fall. As I write this, they are having a standoff regarding one of Buddha’s socks, so I highly doubt they'd be able to resist the temptation that a giant sparkly tree would present.
I’d ask MV but I am too ashamed. I fear she would think me a terrible mother for not wanting to put a tree up for my baby’s first Christmas. Plus, always burned in the back of my mind is that time I asked her if it would be acceptable for “one” to change “his or her” four-week-old baby’s name. Her response was:
“Seriously? (laughed endlessly) You can’t change your baby’s NAME! (More endless laughing) You’re so funny! (Endless laughed some more.)”
I was only half kidding, but I didn’t mention that part for obvious reasons.
So this one’s for you, my dear friends. In your professional opinion, is it worth it to put up a tree and risk adding a second layer of hell to my life? Or do I skip the photo ops and cherished family memories for the sake of staying Zen?
Thanks in advance.