Thanksgiving is one of my favorite times of year. It’s the one time of year my (mom’s) extended family gathers together to celebrate and spend time together. We usually go off together somewhere fun and rent a big house we all cram into, but things were a little different this year.It wasn’t “bad,” but it just didn’t feel “right.” I think too many of “our people” were missing this year (love you guys and missed you!), and we stayed in separate homes, which made it a little more work on each of our groupings to come together as one.The food was still prepared and served with love, the company was a hoot (ask a southern friend if you aren’t familiar with that term), and we still managed to get a family photo after some mild protests, so I won’t say it was a total loss. It was just different.It’s hard to come to terms with yourself when “traditions” change. Whether we like it or not, things won’t always be as they “used” to be. Our parents are getting older, our grandparents are getting older, and it’s going to be up to the next generation to carry on with the traditions they’ve started (or make new ones, as it were).On the other side of a holiday like this, I’m always grateful for the time I spend with my loved ones. We are a geographically separated bunch, so it’s pretty rare for us to all be together, but man is it good when we are. If there is one thing I’ve learned (am still learning and probably will always be learning to do) as a young parent it would be that time spent with those you love is vital to a well-rounded upbringing. Some of my fondest memories of childhood revolve around spending time with extended family members. I’m sure I appreciated playing sports, being in marching band, and traveling around the world, but it’s those moments with family that have really meant the most to me throughout the years.
What’s your fondest holiday memory? I hope you each had a wonderful Thanksgiving and are looking forward to Christmas!