Ah, Those Pesky Traditions
Early in the week I realized we were in the last week of October. Since our youngest has twenty-one other kids in his class, I figured he’d find out Halloween was fast approaching and know his mom was trying to skip right into November. I felt the guilt and finally, on the way home from school on Tuesday, gave in.
“Isaac, do you want to come up with a costume and I’ll take you into town to get candy on Main Street?”
“Why would I want to do that?” Disgust filled his voice from where he sat in the back seat.
This was the moment of truth…I could remind him of the date and that his older brothers dressed up for several years (always in home-made costumes I worked for days on), or I could just pretend October only had thirty days. It took several miles to decide.
“It’s Halloween. I’m sure some of your friends will be going.”
(Gasp from behind me.) “Are you serious? Don’t you remember what we ALWAYS do? Don’t tell me you forgot.”
Of course I didn’t forget…”Why don’t you tell me your favorite things that we always do.” (Yes, I forgot)
“Popcorn balls–remember? Caramel apples–the real ones with the stick poking out the top. A movie we all watch together.”
Ah. Yes, NOW I remembered. Lots of work, another trip to the store, a late night.
Foods we rarely eat, an evening spent together, a growing boy who cherishes the traditions we’ve started over the years.
It’s late and I’m not sure homework was done, but that tradition that I started years ago made for a priceless evening together. Sometimes, I’m not sure the boys get the value of the things we do throughout the years in order to create special memories, but tonight I was reminded that it does make a difference and they do notice.
What are some of the pesky traditions you’ve started?
Enjoy this beautiful weekend,