As a family living in a busy urban city it can be very easy to get into the grind of just getting things done and quickly. The list of things to do includes manoeuvring traffic to get to work and school, running the home, paying bills, cooking and cleaning before you add the biggest task of all -- raising the children.
My sons and I have a daily tradition we call Morning Snuggle. Morning Snuggle is exactly what it sounds like: we snuggle in the morning. It involves the boys making various amounts of noise before 6:30 a.m. -- which is the time we have told them they may exit their rooms -- and then barreling into our room at 6:31 a.m.
This year, my ex asked to have the boys for dinner on the first night. Even though it wasn't his usual night, he promised to have them home for bedtime. It took a moment to register but I realized that I was no longer a necessary part of this holiday. He is now ready to take on this tradition on his own.
I'm feeling a little wistful this year because I fear that it may be the last Christmas that we have a true believer in our family. Our youngest child is 9 and in the fourth grade. I was a year younger when I found out that there was no such thing as Santa. Or as I remember it, the day I took my first step into adulthood.
As we age, there's a tendency to let go of some of the traditions that have always been part of our holidays. They often seem like a lot more work than we're willing to do, and since many of us now spend our holidays at our children's homes, allowing them to start their own traditions, why bother? Looking back at past holidays, we often wonder how we were able to do it all.