When I was a little girl, my mom, grandma, and aunt attended a weekly ceramics class at a studio located in the basement of a womanâ€™s home. The studio provided the space, materials, equipment, and a few helpful artistic suggestions along the way. Given she was a young stay-at-home mom to three children, the classes provided my mom with a welcome respite and outlet to share her creative gifts. The weekly outings also allowed her to have special time with my grandma and aunt. After class, they would often head to Country Kitchen and enjoy an apple dumpling and scoop of cinnamon ice cream. I imagine a cup of coffee or two was also on the menu. What a wonderful bonding opportunity.
Over time the three handcrafted many keepsake items. Some of the final products now occupy a place in my home. But there is one project that stands above all others as a masterpiece: the Nativity scene. Over the course of several months, my grandma, mom, and aunt all set out to create crÃ¨ches for each of their homes. There were three mold sizes to choose from â€” small, medium, and large. Recognizing the largest size would cost more and require more labor, my mom still selected it because she wanted the final product to be substantial. After all, a Nativity may be the most expressive representation of Christmas. Each week, the three crafted a new piece of the Nativity. It was a stepwise process that required commitment and diligence, two character traits my mom exemplifies.
I often question what all the stuff is really worth. Whatâ€™s its meaning and significance? Do stories even accompany all the accumulations? When measuring my Nativity against my momâ€™s lovingly handcrafted, one-of-a-kind heirloom, ours comes up a bit short. Itâ€™s not bad, mind you. In fact ours has an elegant simplicity that fits our family well. But now Iâ€™m a bit more motivated to put theÂ Das Schmidt HausÂ stamp on it as well as many other developing traditions. Iâ€™m longing to express my heart in our home just as my mother did when I was growing up. As I actively seek those opportunities, I offer gratitude for the example mom has provided.
Do stories and traditions accompany your Christmas decorations? Or are you, like me, longing to develop some new ones?