Megan Miller Lee

Mercer Beckett looked me dead in the face yesterday and asked:

“Can we go ahead and put up the Christmas decorations?”

And in that moment, I knew. That is MY child. 😂🎄

Now, in appearance? Absolutely not. That child looks nothing like me. Genetics took one look at my contribution and said, “We won’t be needing this.”

But personality? COPY. PASTE.

The older he gets, the more I see it. Type A. Likes things neat. Likes things a certain way. Has a mind that works so much like mine it’s honestly a little concerning. 😂

And one of my absolute favorite things about him is our Bible study at night. Me and that boy hold church before bed. 🙌🏻 He doesn’t just want to hear a Bible story and call it a night, either. Oh no. Mercer has QUESTIONS. Deep questions. Follow-up questions. “But why?” questions. “Okay, but what does THAT mean?” questions. We can get ourselves three theological rabbit holes deep when we were supposed to be in bed 30 minutes ago. 😂 And I love every second of it. Watching him genuinely want to understand God’s Word is one of my favorite parts of watching him grow up.

But yesterday I discovered another very important personality trait we apparently share:

The boy LOVES Christmas. So I had to explain the rules.

Me: “Baby, Halloween ain’t even here yet.”

Mercer: 😐

Me: “BUT…on November 1st, we can make it look like Christmas THREW UP IN HERE.”

Mercer: “Deal.”

🤝🎄😂

And just like that, a sacred mother-son bond was established.

So y’all enjoy October. Carve your pumpkins. Watch your scary movies. Do all your little fall things.

Because at 12:01 a.m. November 1st, Mercer and I will be reporting for duty.

🎄 Tree? UP.
🎄 Garland? EVERYWHERE.
🎄 Lights? OBNOXIOUS.
🎄 Christmas music? Mariah is DEFROSTED.
🎄 Adam Lee’s opinion on whether it’s “too early”? NOT CURRENTLY ACCEPTING PUBLIC COMMENT.

I have finally found my Christmas decorating partner.
And apparently…I raised him. 😂🎄❤️