A few years ago, I saw this idea in a magazine. Each year, a mother would trace the hands of her children on a Christmas tree skirt.
It seemed like a project that would take a lifetime to finish. But I was determined and decided to give it a try.
The first year, our oldest son was 2 and our second child was a baby.
Two years later, their little sister’s hands were traced on the tree skirt.
I’m not sure whether I should buy a larger tree skirt and continue the tradition. Or perhaps I could let them cover their hands in paint and start making hand prints, rather than tracing the hands.
Whatever the case, I’m glad I started this six years ago. And I’m glad I stuck with it. We have so many memories behind each outline of those hands.