Today was filled with lots of cooking, kids playing outside all day, eating, board games, exhausted kiddos and an even more exhausted Mom. I had a great blog planned documenting my day with some inspiring words of wisdom, but, my body and brain had other plans in mind. My brain cells are so jumbled right now, I’m surprised I’m able to form complete sentences, let alone write a complete paragraph.
I hope you all had a great holiday, spent time with loved ones and got the true meaning of what this day means. Enjoy the rest of your day, take care, thanks for reading, and tomorrow is another day.
It’s Easter weekend. This weekend has lots of memories for me. One of my all-time favorite traditions is watching “The Ten Commandments.” I can remember every Saturday night sitting in the living room with my family watching this movie. I called my Mom this afternoon and mentioned it was on tonight. She actually forgot!!! The boys aren’t as excited about this. In fact, they really don’t care. I’d love for them to be part of this every year, but, I guess I still have time.
At the time I started writing this entry, the show wasn’t on. The boys started watching, and my oldest was really getting into it. He was knocked out within 90 minutes of the show, but, at least the seed has been planted.
This got me to thinking about traditions. We all have them. Some are very straight-forward; others take time to develop. The beauty of traditions is that they keep history alive, sparks conversations and creates lots of memories.
|Isaac licking the
banana bread batter
Case in point…keeping with the Easter tradition (as well as Thanksgiving and Christmas), I prepare a turkey dinner with the fix-ins. Where did I learn this? From my Mom and Grandmother. I’d be in the kitchen watching their every move. Today, it’s my youngest who is my shadow. He is ALWAYS watching and helping , mixing and tasting, asking lots of questions and ready to jump into the trenches.
We’ve started our own family traditions as well as adopting traditions from our childhood. There are so many that come to mind, and they keep flooding my brain. Call them whatever you like, but we each carry a memory and pass it down to our families. It’s how we keep history alive, and I have come to realize this importance now that I am a Mom.
What are some of your traditions? What memories do you hold dear from your childhood that you have passed on to your families?
It’s said that it takes 21 days to form a habit. Today is my 21st day blogging – let’s see if this becomes a new habit for me. Thanks for reading and taking this journey with me. It’s much appreciated.