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Traditions can be created and you don’t even realize it.

by on December 8, 2012

Before everything, first and foremost, I am a mother. My kids, well they mean the world to me and every year right after Thanksgiving I’d buy them an ornament. Something special that reminds me of them or the times we had that year and each kid always gets something different. It might not be fancy or expensive, there would just be something about it that reminded me of that child. Every ornament goes into it’s own plastic container at the end of the season and each tub has one of my children’s names on it.

Some years have been more prosperous then others and  sometimes it became a Christmas project for me and the kids to make our ornaments.  Honestly those were the most fun. My children and I would hide our projects away and do our own ornament exchange on Christmas eve. I have learned that kids can be very creative. I have gotten paper mache balls covered in neon paint. Some of which I still haven’t gotten out of the carpet. One year I got a miniature cup glued to a saucer that my oldest found in a thrift store . He tied the ribbon through the handle. Those are the ones I treasure the most and when my children are asleep I sometimes sit in front of the tree and just stare at all the stuff my babies made me.

I digress though. To get back on track.

This year I got busy with life and somehow *hangs head* I forgot to buy the kids their ornaments. Reality check. My daughter, the middle child and most diplomatic, pointed out to me the error of my ways. She is 16 and this is how our conversation went.

Daughter: Ma. (She comes to sit on the bed while I’m folding clothes.)Me: Yeah. Whats up?
Daughter: No ornaments this year?
Me: Huh…yeah…duh. They are on the tree.
Daughter: Not the special ones.
Me: (mumbling to myself) Your dad didn’t get them down from the attic?
Daughter: He got those down. What about this year’s?
Me: What about it? (With life happening this whole discussion is going over my head.)
Daughter: Urh, Mommy!
Me: What? (Completely dumbfounded now)
Daughter: (Gets up and looks down her nose at me) Oh so now were breaking tradition?”
Me: (I narrowed my eyes at her) Are you getting smart with me?
Daughter: (quick clean up) No ma’am I just thought maybe you forgot.

She was right I had, not that I would admit it to her. I smiled and told her this year I wanted to make them so we could exchange them at Christmas Eve. Sadly my oldest won’t be here he’s moved out and is in his own space (he’s 21 and needs it.) But I’ll make him one to add to his collection when he does come home. This year for the first time he will have his own tree and fill them with his own ornaments that were given and created with love. Now the race is on as the two still left at home and I  scour the thrift and craft stores  to create the best ornament we can to exchange. I smile as I write this because when I started doing this it never dawned on me that we were creating our own traditions. But its a tradition I hope my children will carry on with their children.

Want to read a Christmas story about someone else who started a Christmas tradition? Coming 12/10 from Evernight Publishing, Make it Happen Captain.

Blurb ~

Cyn Fuller needed a get-away. She hoped to escape the usual family drama by taking a cruiMIHC1Mse over Christmas and was looking forward to the experience of a lifetime.

Her vacation wasn’t one she expected…the single’s cruise would have been perfect for her grandmother. Cyn was stuck for four days traveling with the geriatric crowd and fending off indecent proposals buy much older men that popped Viagra like Pez candies.

Marcus Nickels was the youngest man in the fleet to ever be appointed captain. He took his job seriously and the Christmas holidays were simply work days. That is until he rescued a mocha beauty from the clutches of a very persistent elderly gentleman while in port.

Suddenly he didn’t want the holiday’s to end and right then Marcus devised a plan of seduction guaranteed to make her holiday unforgettable.


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One Comment
  1. Such a sweet story! I had the a similar conversation with my oldest when I forgot to put a stuffed animal in her Easter basket. I didn’t think she’d notice. She was 11!

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