Before I had kids I had plans for grand productions.
We were going to have dozens and dozens of traditions for every single holiday.
Traditions that were entwined in meaning and great thought.
Each would be executed flawlessly, worthy of glossy pages in Martha Stewart.
Then. I actually had a kid. Plus 5 more.I wish I could say we have the most spectacular traditions, so much so that the children tug on my sleeve, begging to know when we can start their favorite tradition of...
No. That's not how it happens, even if that's what the pre-children rehearsals looked like in my head.
There's part of me that feels I need to do more. Always more. More decorations, more baking with each child, more symbolic traditions, passing down the ways of my childhood or Ryan's to them, to engrain my preconceived thoughts of how each holiday should be into their forming memories.
But, I'm trying to let that part of me fade as I continually, constantly re-write the script for my family.Of course we still include some of the most fond traditions from my childhood. Sauerkraut for Christmas is...Christmas. That will always be.
But I try not to let the set design and costumes and special effects get in the way of the actual production,
the message I'm trying to teach my family and the most important element of being, doing, and loving together.Our annual Thanksgiving walk on the beach to reach destination Starbuck's Salted Caramel Hot Chocolate (which I'm determined to recreate chez Dill), is a tradition that I hope wins a few Tonys in the eyes of the participants,
and so far, that one's not a hard sell, except when the sand is whipping in our eyes and we have to walk backwards for the majority of the "to" portion of our journey.
But, I am determined to always enjoy each and every production as long as they're running, because isn't that what it's all about in the first place?
ps I still have a giveaway running here.