Traditions, rituals and schedules
When my friend, Rose told me our topic was traditions, I really didn't think about stuff like her good luck rituals, or things that we do, that you could set a clock too. But I guess truly she right, after years and years they do become traditions, maybe not ones you pass along to other family members , but still, just as important.
In our little family we are pretty scheduled, hopefully not to rigid. It has a little to with me being a Taurus, I like things to stay the same. And because after having children, I realized it was better for them to be on a schedule, especially a flexible one. Then as my youngest son was growing up, and it was apparent he was different, it was imperative that we try to keep a schedule. You know kids with ADD are so easily distracted, it is easy to point to the clock and say "it's that time".. Not to mention he really doesn't transition well, not just class to class in school, but from summer to winter, vacation to school, etc. So day to day we as family have many rituals.
For myself there are only a couple I hold dear. First, every morning, my husband wakes me up. *smiles* It just the best way to start the day, to get a touch on the shoulder if he's running late, or a snuggle in bed, before you part and start the day, and always a kiss and a "I love you". Secondly, I love ending my day the same way it starts, of course, in my husbands arms, reminding him I love him. No matter how brief those moments are, my day or night is just not same without them.
For a weekly tradition, I could say, I'm playing There and doing a ccr race every Friday night, and he's watching tv. lol which is true, but hardly a tradition, least ways, I hope not. We do try to have a Saturday breakfast together, you know a nice one with hot food. We try to make sure Jeff does something with the boys.. either separate or together or us as a family. We play cards, games, football or a movie, stuff like that.
Yearly, there are lots of things we do. Probably the most important is our trips back home. Again me being Taurus, my home and family is the important thing to me. When I single, I had moved the farthest away, in fact I moved several times for work, and I always was the one that flew home to see everyone. I was single and had the most flexible schedule, so if my brother and his family were going to be home, I was too. He was 4 hours away. Everything changed after I got married and started a family.
I remember going home for our first Christmas, already about 5 or 6 months pregnant. I remember distinctly telling my mom I would always come for Christmas, that I could never, not be home. She assured me it would come. That I was a wife and a mom now, and I was making my own little family and it was time to start new traditions. Being the spoiled, stubborn brat that I am, I had to argue that my tradition was to include coming home for Christmas, every year. However, little did I realize she was right, as always. The next year came and indeed we could not make it home for Christmas. I don't remember the reason at all, whether it was work, or if the baby was sick, or if there was too much snow, but we just couldn't make the 9 hour car trip. That was when my mom suggested, I start my tradition of spending Thanksgiving with my family and Christmas with Jeff's. Sparing any bad weather in November, that's one tradition we carried on for about 15 years now. Whether we go to my mom and dad's house, or my sister's, we always go back to NY for thanksgiving. If we're lucky it snows. :)
In our little family we are pretty scheduled, hopefully not to rigid. It has a little to with me being a Taurus, I like things to stay the same. And because after having children, I realized it was better for them to be on a schedule, especially a flexible one. Then as my youngest son was growing up, and it was apparent he was different, it was imperative that we try to keep a schedule. You know kids with ADD are so easily distracted, it is easy to point to the clock and say "it's that time".. Not to mention he really doesn't transition well, not just class to class in school, but from summer to winter, vacation to school, etc. So day to day we as family have many rituals.
For myself there are only a couple I hold dear. First, every morning, my husband wakes me up. *smiles* It just the best way to start the day, to get a touch on the shoulder if he's running late, or a snuggle in bed, before you part and start the day, and always a kiss and a "I love you". Secondly, I love ending my day the same way it starts, of course, in my husbands arms, reminding him I love him. No matter how brief those moments are, my day or night is just not same without them.
For a weekly tradition, I could say, I'm playing There and doing a ccr race every Friday night, and he's watching tv. lol which is true, but hardly a tradition, least ways, I hope not. We do try to have a Saturday breakfast together, you know a nice one with hot food. We try to make sure Jeff does something with the boys.. either separate or together or us as a family. We play cards, games, football or a movie, stuff like that.
Yearly, there are lots of things we do. Probably the most important is our trips back home. Again me being Taurus, my home and family is the important thing to me. When I single, I had moved the farthest away, in fact I moved several times for work, and I always was the one that flew home to see everyone. I was single and had the most flexible schedule, so if my brother and his family were going to be home, I was too. He was 4 hours away. Everything changed after I got married and started a family.
I remember going home for our first Christmas, already about 5 or 6 months pregnant. I remember distinctly telling my mom I would always come for Christmas, that I could never, not be home. She assured me it would come. That I was a wife and a mom now, and I was making my own little family and it was time to start new traditions. Being the spoiled, stubborn brat that I am, I had to argue that my tradition was to include coming home for Christmas, every year. However, little did I realize she was right, as always. The next year came and indeed we could not make it home for Christmas. I don't remember the reason at all, whether it was work, or if the baby was sick, or if there was too much snow, but we just couldn't make the 9 hour car trip. That was when my mom suggested, I start my tradition of spending Thanksgiving with my family and Christmas with Jeff's. Sparing any bad weather in November, that's one tradition we carried on for about 15 years now. Whether we go to my mom and dad's house, or my sister's, we always go back to NY for thanksgiving. If we're lucky it snows. :)
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