Ritual and traditions no matter how large or small are a huge part of my memories of my childhood. Growing up in a large family, I have to imagine it was hard for my parents to make each one of us feel special/loved/noticed on a regular basis. Life was busy with an age range of 13 years between the oldest and youngest as well as having a child with special needs in the middle.
I wish I could ask my mom how she did it. As I reflect back, I think it was the little things such as doughnuts, bedtime rituals, frequent trips to the library, and a constant sense of stability. In a time where kids have and expect so much, I try to keep it simple. It's hard. My husband and I have created new rituals and traditions by tweaking how we grew up. Hopefully our children will think fondly of the simple things we do as a family and when they are adults, they create their rituals.
Any ritual involving doughnuts is okay in my book. Yum.
ReplyDeleteRituals are the glue that bind us together. I love that you noted it is the little things that you remember. Good to remember that little things are the things that matter.
ReplyDeleteI loved the sweet rolls that would occur every once in a while...the camping trips...the times at the beach...the list could go on for a good long time. We were so lucky weren't we? How did they do it? xo
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