Traditions are one of those things for me, they are both great and bad. Here’s the thing sometimes they become so regular so commonplace that anything that creates a need to change them makes it harder for me. Also, I think there’s a lot of pressure around traditions feeling like you have to these really amazing things that you do that bring joy and awesomeness. The other funky thing about these things is that the more forced they are the less they work. They need to be authentic and organic something that becomes a tradition usually becomes one because it can stand on it’s own for you or your family as a joy.
In thinking about today’s post I thought oh I know I can write a post and think of the traditions that I never meant to be traditions but are. Then I realized you probably didn’t want to read about my yearly episodes of 1.losing my shit, 2. forgetting something that I’ve deemed so important that upon realizing my forgetfulness I’ve declared Christmas ruined. 3.inevitably burning, dropping, or ruining some food item.
Or heck maybe that post would be better. I’ll think about it.
Then I realized that for the first time in 7 Christmases I feel like my Christmas plans are perfect. I use that word lightly by perfect I mean I’m not crying about them. 😉 I’ve finally let go of the old and realized that for now Christmas Eve means all of us schlepping it to work with Chris and eating in the Youth Ministry lounge. But then the ride home I love. The kids sleep (cross your fingers, there.) And we have time to connect and chat something that is very limited these days. Then I love Christmas eve at home, quiet with the lights, the magic, the holiness, the peace. Sometimes I can feel it and I realize that yes I am exactly in the right place.
I think the thing with letting go of the days of old the magic of what was is we feel like we’re losing a piece of us. A piece of us that we probably loved. I’m starting to learn that’s not the case. All of those pieces, all of those memories, all of it is still part of me and will always be. My traditions don’t make me, I make them. They evolve and grow, the gain importance, and lose their luster in many ways they are just like living beings. Like us.
This year I’m going to be okay with what is happening. I’m going to embrace it for what it is, or at least try. And who knows I could be making traditions without even knowing. As for the old ones that I miss I’m going to remember them fondly and be okay with change.
Here’s to you and yours.
Merry Christmas friends.