Decorating My Way: Decorating with Disability and Love
Christmas has always been huge in our family — because of my mom. She loved it all: the music, the traditions, the baking, the giving, and of course the decorating. I get it from her, probably more than my sisters. She made the season feel magical, and now, I carry that magic forward in my own way.
I start decorating on November 1st. Not because I’m eager to rush the season, but because I work slower. It takes me about three weeks to get everything just right. I have around 17 totes of holiday decor, and yes — HomeSense is basically on my wheelchair GPS.
Decorating with a disability means pacing myself. It means lifting, reaching, bending — even the smallest tasks can take a toll. But I still do most of it myself. Not because I have to, but because I want to. Because I’m proud of it. Because it’s how I express who I am.
Some of my holiday items came from my mom — which are treasures now. Over time, I’ve added to them, layering in pieces that reflect who I am today. When family and friends come over during the holidays, my hope is that they can see me throughout my home — past and present.
I couldn’t do it without my circle — my sisters, my friends, my PSWs. They help with the big things, like bringing all my decorations up from the basement — to the smallest things, like standing up the light posts in my holiday village. They know this isn’t just about decorations. It’s about memories, traditions, and most of all joy. They cheer me on when I place the final ornament or fluff the pillows just right. They see me. And they see the love I pour into this.
It would be easy to not decorate — I’m in a wheelchair, and my body would probably thank me, but my soul wouldn’t. Decorating is good for my mental health, my soul, my spirit — it makes my heart happy. It’s not just about making my home festive — it’s about doing what I love.
Why should I stop doing something I am passionate about just because I can’t do all of it, or because it takes longer, or because it takes a toll? If anything, it makes me do it bigger and better every year. Some may call it grit, some may call it stupidity, but I call it love.
And yes, I know, one day I might not be able to, but that day isn’t here yet. And if it comes, I’ll still be part of the tradition — helping my nieces and nephews carry it forward, passing down pieces of me while helping them find their own ways to express who they are.
But until then — I’m decorating my way. Because I can. Because it’s who I am.
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