This year, the thought of holiday decorating didn’t come with a feeling of enthusiasm for me, but rather niggling anxiety, the first signs of what could become full-blown holiday stress. Last year, it was different; I was excited to make wreaths, garlands, and kissing balls from evergreen boughs my children and I had gathered from a friend’s forest.
But this year is different. I have different priorities, one of which is caring for and enjoying my smiley, bouncy 9-month-old. Still, because I so love the smell of fresh evergreen during the holidays, I was going to make those decorations—no matter how I felt.
