For The Lucky Ones

Bloganuary writing prompt
Write about a few of your favorite family traditions.

Reading the replies to this prompt, the funny ones, weird ones, traditional ones make me realize how lucky and fortunate one should consider themselves to be able to say they have family traditions to share.

Family traditions imply that to some degree, your family was…..well….together and got along to some extent. It implies that you have family, and no matter how insignificant the tradition may seem, it says that regardless of the ups and downs of your family, you can all still put it all aside to come together and do this one thing for one another.

Many of us simply look at this prompt and come up empty handed, and we mourn a life we never had. Sure, some of us have started our own families and began doing things with our own children that we hope will become family traditions, but we have not lived them enough to say they stuck. Some of us will never get to this point. So, please keep sharing, let us live vicariously through your silly stories and recurring madness, let us get lost if only for a moment on what could have been.

2 responses to “For The Lucky Ones”

  1. Your reflection on family traditions is incredibly touching and insightful. It’s a poignant reminder of how traditions, no matter how small, symbolize unity and shared experiences within a family. It’s true that for some, family traditions are a luxury, and for others, a bittersweet or even absent part of life. Starting new traditions with one’s own family can be a hopeful and healing journey, and it’s admirable when people take this step.

    Your openness to embracing others’ stories and traditions is beautiful and shows a deep sense of empathy and understanding. It’s a reminder of the power of shared narratives in bringing people together. Is there a particular family tradition you’ve heard about or read that resonated with you or inspired you in some way? Or, if you could create a tradition for your own family, what would it be? 🌟💭👨‍👩‍👧‍👦✨

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    1. I didn’t read it here, but I saw once 2 teenagers, a brother and sister who take a walk together after their Thanksgiving dinner and pick a rock to kick the entire time between the two of them. Together, while they walk and talk they kick this Little Rock/pebble all the way home and when they get there, they gift it to their mom, like penguins do to show their love. They’ve done it since they were little, and their mom has all the pebbles her children have gifted her every year. It’s so corny but such a sweet and beautiful tradition. I think that has truly just stuck with me, while I wish my kids did that, I feel like they have to be naturally born. An easy one I do with my family, which was born out of exhaustion is our Sunday dinners, we don’t cook dinner food, we have breakfast for dinner. It’s a free for all, if they want eggs, or bacon or pancakes then we make it. If they want to just eat cereal or pop tarts it’s their choice. But we all have breakfast for dinner on Sundays, my kids love it and we’ve been doing it for about 9 years now. And you’re right, it is healing.

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