Yesterday was 'pack all the random decorations and stuff sitting on the table' day. Once I'd cleared most of our surfaces, I looked over to our nativity table. I didn't want to do it, but Jesus is coming with us, so it was time to get him ready to go and pack him up.
I've never paid so much attention to packing a nativity in my life. In years past, I remember just tossing the figurines in some tissue paper and stuffing them in the box hoping they'd fit and be protected enough to come out pretty and perfect the next year, much like every other Christmas decoration.
But... Yesterday was different.
I took Jesus first. I wrapped half a piece of tissue paper around him. Then I took the other half of the tissue paper and wrapped Mary up with him making sure they were positioned such that Jesus was in Mary's arms. I didn't want to separate the two of them. Then I took Joseph and wrapped him with half a piece of tissue, and I used the other half of Joseph's tissue to wrap the angel with him. I placed them in the box right next to Mary and Jesus. I didn't want anything to come between the family and God's angel. Then I wrapped the wise men. Then the shepherd with his sheep. Everything had it's place. Every place had meaning. I continued like this for about 10 minutes. It used to take me two to pack that nativity up.
But... This year is different.
This year I am a mom. Those pieces aren't just a nativity to me anymore. They are a family. They are God's family. They are my family. They represent Ellie's understanding of Jesus and our faith. As a mom, I am now emotionally connected to those pieces.
In other words, I am a mom, and I have officially fallen off my rocker. Somebody come pack the rest of my house before I have to be committed.
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