Written by Emily
Because I impulsively attacked an ivy that had suddenly taken over our lamppost and too much of our front yard, I was left with a large barren dirt bed that needed something. A lot of something. Fast. So the girls and I went to Lowe’s to check out the Garden Center.
With my little ones secure in their race car cart, we headed for the plants.
I didn’t expect to have to navigate aisles of Christmas decor to get to the fall foliage. What. is. happening? It’s October 16!
I wanted to mutter under my breath. I wanted to roll my eyes and say, “Really? Christmas already?” I wanted to sidle up next to the human-sized skeleton at the end of the aisle and ask, “How does it feel to be kicked to the curb so soon?” I wanted to scream, “Can we just slow down a minute?!”
And then this happened.
So I said none of those things. I kept my eyes still and focused… on them.
I slowed down a minute and was swept right up in their wonder.
They noticed everything, so I did, too. Suddenly, the illuminated Sponge Bob Squarepants with the glowing red Santa hat was a thing of beauty.
I arrived at Lowe’s intending to get in and get out. At the first sight of the tiny Christmas villages, I felt myself conjuring up an excuse to hurry through. But sometimes there’s no hurry. I can pretend: “C’mon, let’s go. Go. Go. Go. Hurry. Chop. Chop.” I need to stop doing that. I can’t scream “Slow down!” to Time when “Hurry Up!” is perched on my lips at the ready.
So we took our time. We admired the beginnings of a commercial Christmas explosion. And it was beautiful.
I promised my two that we’d come back when all of the boxes were unpacked. Next time we’ll bring Noah. We’ll take our time, and I’ll swallow the urge to move them along, and we’ll push all the buttons and smile and laugh and make Christmas wishes and just be.
A Christmas gift in the middle of October. I like it.