An Ornamental Moment

Wil loves putting ornaments on the Christmas tree. Using his fine motor skills has always been a challenge for him; especially pinching.

As you can imagine, placing ornaments with loops on top gets tiresome quickly for Wil — but Wil always finds a way. When his pinching fingers are worn out, he puts the ornament loop on the very edge of a branch, or just slides that ornament right into the tree and nestles it between branches. He has as much pride in this placement of ornaments as he is still participating in decorating the Christmas tree.

I’ll wake in the morning to multiple ornaments on the floor that slipped off their precarious perch over night. I then look up and browse the ornaments he’s tucked into the Christmas tree. As I stand there my entire being is consumed in a humorous joy that is from somewhere deep inside me. My joy is such it could elevate me directly to the ceiling like in a Mary Poppins floating tea party.

My deep joy is born of deep worries. Deep worries I had in Wil’s younger years when I learned of his low muscle tone. Of when I cried seeing his fine motor skills test scores report a 6-month-old’s ability level when he was 5 years old simply because he couldn’t string beads yet.

I’ve learned a lot about the values and deficiencies of tests over the years. I’ve learned what to take at face value and what to hit the delete button on. I’ve learned a lot about taking life day-by-day. I’ve found myself celebrating what I didn’t know would ever happen— I’ve found a patience in myself waiting for even a glimmer of it to happen. And I’ve found myself become someone who celebrates in vivid colors “what is,” while “what isn’t” quieted itself into a hazy, distant background I once knew.

What I once worried about does mean a lot. But not in the way I thought it would mean today.

This nestled ornament is not only made of paper, styrofoam, cotton balls and glue — it is a symbol of deeply nestled worries grown into a deep, uplifting joy.