I guess it is fair to say that I’ve always been pretty emotionally tied to traditions. So much so that I have, at times, acted a little foolishly about sticking to them no matter the circumstances. A good example is when I studied abroad in The Netherlands during the fall of 2002 and much to my dismay realized that my college’s international program didn’t do anything special for Thanksgiving. I cried. My mom ended up sending enough boxes of Stove Top Stuffing to feed 60 college sophomores. I guess I won that battle.
But just as most adults will tell you, as you grow up, the holidays end up becoming more about the kids and less about the old rituals you might hang on to. I suppose I could say that is the case now that I have two beautiful kiddos of my own but to be very honest it’s not the absolute truth. While it has been completely magical watching my three year old son get excited about Christmas…decorating the tree, making Christmas cookies, asking to watch “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer” 50 + times just this week (ah!)… the truth is that my traditions have only changed because we’re celebrating with my husband’s side of the family as opposed to my own.