I wanted to shoot something Christmasy, so decided to look through my old box of ornaments. I found these, a pair of mittens I embroidered years ago when my oldest son was two. One of the mittens has our old family name and the year I made them on the back.
Since the divorce four years ago, I haven’t known what to do with them. I put too much time and love into these to discard, but I can’t hang them on the tree either. Maybe my sons will want them when they’re married.
The books on surviving a divorce don’t tell you what to do with personal keepsakes like this. Such a small thing, like a paper cut. But we all know about paper cuts: the pain is disporportionately sharp and long-lasting.
I’m happily remarried now, and I’m content to watch my stepdaughters put up their family ornaments.
Maybe next year I won’t get a paper cut when I look through the box of Christmases past.