I think over the past six years, I’ve wanted to figure out some sort of family tradition that we could do with our kids so that they would remember the holidays. And it was always “when they’re older.” And now I’m the parent of children. Not babies, but full fledged CHILDREN people. I like to go big when it comes to stuff like this. I’m so fiercely nostalgic. I reminisce of days of old. When I was a kid, I once got to see the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade out of an office building window. One of the best memories is being able to see those gigantic balloons at eye level. And ever since then, the parade was a staple in my house.
As life has gotten busier, I end up skipping out on a lot of things in lieu of time. Which is the worst thing to do. And since I gave myself the year off on Christmas cards this year (Thanks Donna for putting that out there), I figured I had to at least start some sort of tradition. But what? I’d love to take them to see the Nutcracker (or maybe take LG as a treat for something that’s just the two of us). Radio City Music Hall?
This year they’re still a little bit too young for that. Instead I focused more on thinking of others. A first Christmas lesson that will be valuable in all other areas of life. This year I made each of them not only pick out a gift for each other, but also for another child. Something that they could donate to a child in need. Given my love of making memories and traditions, I love the idea of Santa, but it’s hard to explain why Santa is bringing presents for them, but not others. It’s a slippery slope. Thankfully they haven’t started questioning that yet, and I hope that the excitement on their faces come Christmas eve (so that they can fully appreciate each other’s gifts) will hit the point home.
At least for the five minutes before they start fighting.
I’d love to hear your traditions.