This time of year the word tradition is brought up constantly. Everything around the holidays is a tradition. Some traditions are sentimental, some a not. Some traditions represent culture or family, some have no real memorable history. However most everyone has a tradition this time of year.
My family has many traditions. Some are pretty significant, while others are more ingrained habits. One tradition that I have experienced my whole life is now gone...completely. This is sad, but also not. I have always spent Christmas eve with my brothers. When my Mom and Dad were together my one brother(who has a different Mom) would spend Christmas eve with us while my other brother(again different Mom) would join us. When my parents divorced I continued to spend this night with my father and my brothers. Over the many years of celebrating Christmas different people would come and join us but the core group was always there.
A couple years ago my oldest brother stopped attending. I miss him but understand that where he is in his life prevents him from being apart of mine. This year my other brother is not attending. This is harder for me. For starters I wont see my niece and nephews, who I, and my children, ADORE. Then there's the reason why they're not attending...me???? I honestly can't say. I can say that this hurts, and it hurts my kids, and it hurts my sister, and it hurts my Mom. Of all the traditions I have had in my life I would of never expected to not have this tradition. But...I also never expected to not have my brother anymore either.
This year, because certain people are no longer in our lives, we have to start new traditions. New traditons can be good. Sometimes traditions run their course and maybe that's what our tradition has done. I hope to figure this all out by Friday but I think I've realized the real truth in my life is wherever my kids and husband are is where my tradition begins.
A hundred years from now it will not matter who was angry with who or who was right. It will not matter what presents we receive, or how much money we spent. If we start a tradition that is about celebrating our family, and our love for our family. If we come together and begin this tradition and it continues onto my grandchildren and great grandchildren than that is what counts...at least to me.
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