In Ireland they say that St. Patrick’s Day is “an enchanted time – a day to begin transforming winter’s dreams into summer’s magic.” With all the turmoil we seem to be facing in the world, it seems at once frivolous…
Christmas morning was not a typical Southern experience. I looked out of my window to see this magical fairy dust floating in the air and covering every exterior surface. For many of you, snow is common-place. Snow is as foreign to us as an Eskimo is to water skiing. But snow on Christmas morning is a sign or a miracle. It has to be… In the midst of, what I love to refer to as, “Fam-O-Rama” I felt a palpable sense of the real power of intentional parenting. With all five siblings and all fourteen grandchildren gathered during the day, it is clear that a planned and prepared dinner time for each family has paid in untold dividends.
… It’s in the here and now, seizing every moment possible, knowing that a thousand days, one by one, will be the substance of who they become. It began the day they each were born, that first stroke on the canvas, and then thousands of strokes to follow. Remember that all the things we do for our children, for the thousandth time, to us may be tiring and routine. Yet to a child, it’s their very security. It is the repetition and routine that makes their world predictable, safe and secure.
Christmas is not complete at my mother-in-law’s (M-I-L) house unless we have the customary white chocolate party mix. However, still pretending as though we’re “kids”, we call it reindeer food and still expect Santa to fill our stocking. That’s not a problem, right?
Christmas traditions evoke memories you end up infusing into your own family. The tastes and smells… the tree and decorations… and the small things we make happen year after year all blend together to create the magic of our family traditions. It is all about preserving a “sameness” – a thread of belonging and familiarity that anchors who you are.