After mom passed away I started thinking about traditions and documenting our history. Part of this thinking is what has brought me to the writing world. Another part took me down the path of ‘what does tradition mean to us’. First I had to start with asking myself ‘what is the difference between tradition and routine?’ Routine feels like chores, doesn’t it? And traditions, well…they feel like hot chocolate. With marshmallows. They warm my soul and make me smile.
We celebrate (with cake) the first day of school
The birthday fairy comes every year and gives you a dozen balloons
Planting jellybeans the night before Easter
On Mother’s Day, we pick out our oodles of flowers to plant
We have a backyard campout every year
Adding leaves to our ‘Thankful Tree’ during the month of November
Good luck meal on New Year’s Day