Traditions

When I was growing up we had a tradition where my mom helped us each make gifts for our grandparents and family. It was a lot of work for her to come up with something for each of us to do and then help us make them but she stuck it out. I still remember some of the gifts that I made; yarn angels, stenciled doilies, cross-stitched ornaments, and woven letter holders. Even more I remember that I felt important when we visited my grandparents and some of the things I made were on display.

Now I try to help my kids make small gifts for my grandparents and my parents. Thanks to the internet it's not too hard coming up with ideas, but it's a little bit of a job to try and get them done. We enjoy it though, and it's one of the many times when I ask myself, "How did my mom do this with so many of us??" In past years we've done snowflake sun-catchers, tissue paper candle holders, chocolate covered pretzels, different kinds of felt ornaments, and cinnamon sachets to name a few. This year I worked our gift making tradition into one of our Sunday afternoon activities. Each child received a gift bag and in it was a kit with all the supplies to make a gift for their great-grandmother.

Madeleine etched an original design onto a glass cup and added sparkles to make a candle holder. Beth pieced together a hot pad made from Christmas fabric. Mary stitched a heart shaped ornament with yarn on plastic canvas, and Gabe glued red, white, and green pompoms to a paper candy cane. I was so intent on finishing and wrapping the gifts I forgot to take a picture of the completed items, but they turned out cute. Madeleine was especially gracious when, after she spent hours working on a custom design for her candle holder, I dropped it in the driveway while I was carrying the gifts into the house and it shattered before anyone opened it. I felt so bad but she forgave me and said she didn't want everyone to see it anyway:)

Some time in the 80's the Dollar Store came to be and a new tradition was born for us kids. My mom took us there to do our Christmas shopping for each other and we would all run around with our coats covering our baskets and trying to avoid each other in the aisles. You may not think it, but some of the most appropriate gifts only cost 100 pennies. For example, one year my brother gave me a bottle of hairspray - if you were around in the 80's you know why I appreciated that. Another brother gave me a paperback cookbook that I still have and in it is the recipe for one of my husband's favorite desserts. When I was in college my brother gave me a pizza pan and I still cook pizza on one just like it. Then there was the pair of zebra striped leggings that didn't quite fit me but somehow managed to make an appearance in a high school skit...and I wasn't the one wearing them.

Now I take my kids to the Dollar store every December and they scurry around with coat-covered baskets, whispering to each other and then avoiding each other while they pick out presents for everybody. One year they gave me a photo album, "because you take so many pictures," and a notebook because, "you're always saying, 'I need to write that down'." Last year I got a calendar of lighthouse photos to remind me of my favorite places on the east coast. This year I got a collection of angel figurines and the one from Beth is playing the violin since she started violin lessons this year. The kids pass out their dollar store and homemade gifts for us all on Christmas Eve.  It's my favorite part of Christmas.

Every year December gets busier and busier and sometimes some of our traditions get put aside for next year, and sometimes new traditions evolve as our family grows and changes. There are some I won't let go of though because they mean something to me beyond finding a fun way to celebrate.

When speaking of family traditions Elder Donald L. Hallstrom said:

"Traditions, established patterns of behavior transmitted from generation to generation, are an inherent part of culture. Our culture and its related traditions help establish our sense of identity and fill the vital human need to belong.

Of traditions which are complementary to the gospel of Jesus Christ, Paul admonished the Thessalonians, “Therefore, … stand fast, and hold the traditions which ye have been taught” (2 Thes. 2:15). ... traditions remind us of the strength and sacrifice of our ancestors and inspire our efforts."

( Cultivate Righteous Traditions, General Conference, Oct. 2000)

I feel very blessed to have fond memories of positive family traditions and I'm grateful for the continuity and unity that they brought into our family growing up. It's truly a pleasure to pass them on to my own children and to create memories with traditions of our own. I think the opportunity to do so during Christmas is one of the many gifts this season brings. What are your favorite traditions? I'd love to hear.

The Man Who Saved Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas for our family crew,
and we were all on the couch, sick with the flu.
Our fevers were raging and we were coughing real bad. 
The only ones still standing were Madeleine and Dad. 

Mom tried to make dinner like she'd planned in her head,
But Dad intervened and sent her to bed.
He called for Madeleine and they went to the store. 
They got everyone's favorite foods and a little bit more.

They laid out a picnic and turned a great movie on.
The kids started smiling and so did their mom.
After the show we gave gifts to each other.
We sang Christmas carols one after another.

We read of the star and how angels sang,
Of the wise men that traveled, and the shepherds that came.
We read of the Savior and how through His birth
Came salvation and joy to all people on earth. 

We may have been sick and been feeling real bad,
But Christmas was saved, thanks to our Dad. 
He came our rescue, he made everything right.
Christmas was merry for all and we all had a good night. 

It's a true story. The kids and I were too sick to do anything but move from the couch to our beds and back again on Christmas Eve, but Luke and Madeleine took care of everything and we had a nice cozy evening at home together. It's the only Christmas morning that I insisted on taking everyone's temperatures before we went downstairs but, aside from the fevers, the morning went off without a hitch. After we all "Advilled up" we pulled ourselves together enough to enjoy the afternoon with Luke's family.

Opening their gifts to each other

 Christmas Eve pajamas

 Reading with Dad

 Christmas morning before...

 During...

 and after

 Mary made sure Santa got his cookies, and it looks like he enjoyed them!

I hope you all had a great Christmas and wish you a happy, healthy New Year.

It Wouldn't Be Christmas...

Without kids wearing tinsel and towels on their heads.

 Our church held a nice Christmas dinner and all the kids participated in a nativity complete with costumes, props, and singing. Gabe was a star but insisted he was a shepherd so that's what we had to call him to get him into his costume. Beth and Mary were angels and they sang like it.

After the dinner and program a special visitor showed up to surprise the kids. Mary was too shy to sit on his lap but was still willing to whisper what she wanted for Christmas.

 Gabe wasn't shy at all and told Santa he wanted a Spider Man toy, an iron man costume, a Superman and an airplane.

When he hopped down he looked at his candy cane and then said bewildered, "He didn't give it to me mom. I told him what I wanted but he didn't give it to me." A friend standing with me knealt down and explained that the way it works is we tell Santa what we want, he brings it when we're asleep on Christmas Eve, and when we wake up Christmas morning, there it is! Gabe listened wide-eyed and then said, "Awwwwesoooome!" He was content with his candy cane after that.

It was a really nice event and a lot of people did a lot of work to make it happen. We're lucky to be able to celebrate with great friends and neighbors.

A Month of Sundays

Each Sunday this month we've opened a present after church - something for all of us to do together to make our day a little more special and bring some Christmas spirit to our Sunday afternoons.

Week 1

Our special gift for the day was this movie:

It was cute, clean, and very Christmasy. I didn't know it when I bought it, but it was filmed at Heritage Park where we volunteer during the summer. We all sat up and shouted at once when we recognized the house where we give tours and the places that the kids play. The film was inspired by a true story and I would say I found it inspiring. 

Week 2

What's in these bags? If I told you now it would ruin someone else's Christmas surprise so you'll have to wait and see...

But when we were finished with what was inside we made "Christmas Pizza" shaped like gingerbread men and candy canes.

While we ate, we watched the  Christmas Devotional presented by the First Presidency of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. This annual broadcast is one of my favorite Christmas events. Messages of Christ and His gospel are shared and the Mormon Tabernacle Choir performs. It sets the tone for the whole season. If you missed it you can watch it by clicking the link above.

Week 3
Did you have an advent calendar like this when you were little? I did, and me and my siblings took turns taking the little felt ornament out of it's pocket and snapping it onto the tree to count down for Christmas. So...

when I saw this kit to make something similar I snatched it up to be our special gift of the week.

 The kids put together all 25 ornaments and I started stitching the main piece.

Too bad I didn't see this the for the first week of December or we might've finished it in time to really use it. For now we're hanging the ornaments on our Christmas tree until until the rest of the sewing is finished, and then we'll have this advent calendar to keep and be a count-down tradition for us every year from now on.


Week 4
And here we are on the last Sunday before Christmas. After a beautiful church service full of music and testimony this morning, we snuggled down at home and opened our last Sunday gift;  a Gingerbread Village kit. We like to do gingerbread houses every year and this kit gave them each their own little house to decorate. There were five in the box, but Gabe broke his into pieces and ate it while he decorated the extra one. (A word of advice; these kits tend to run a little short on frosting and candy. We use some of our own Christmas candy and make up a batch of Royal icing to add to it.)

 The girls worked intently on the details of their houses. Madeleine did some fondant work, Beth made a little penguin to live in hers and Mary hung icicles from her roof. It's our own little North pole.

Then we popped popcorn and watched "A Christmas Carol" and now we're headed off to bed. I'm grateful for special days like these to share with my children in anticipation of Christmas. I hope this month is something they'll remember all year long.

Christmas Garden

I love to Garden. Love it. Sometimes when I can't sleep at night I imagine I'm planting a garden and plan out everything I would plant and where I would put it.  Then I can't sleep because I'm too excited  about gardening. Herbs, vegetables, fruit, flowers, it doesn't matter - I like them all. If  there was enough time in the day or enough dirt in my yard I would plant them all.

It will be months before I can grow vegetables to bring to the dinner table, but thanks to some great gifts from thoughtful friends I have a Christmas garden growing right on my table. These pretty plants are keeping me company while the world outside is frozen white.  Thanks to them I'm growing some Christmas cheer!

Shoe Day

The Army took my family to Germany twice; once before I was born and again when I was in High School. In Germany Christmas is a really big deal and it is beautiful! Christmas markets, Christmas decorations, Christmas foods... Because of the opportunity we had to live there, I grew up celebrating some German traditions at Christmas time, even though we have no German heritage, and I've passed them on to my kids.

One of our favorite traditions is "Shoe Day,"other wise known as St. Nicholas Day. Every year on the night of December 5 we leave our shoes in front of the door and when we wake up they are filled with treats and small gifts.

This year instead of filling our shoes, St. Nicholas opted to swap them for some cozy slippers and filled them with candy and cocoa mix.  It was perfect timing since it has been snowy with freezing temperatures lately, but thanks to St. Nicholas our feet have been warm and snug in our slippers while we sip cocoa by the fire.

Another element of German Christmas that I love is our wooden German pyramid. Some people say these wooden pyramids are the predecessor to the Christmas tree. It has a few different levels and on each level stand little figurines that depict the nativity. It spins, powered by the heat of several candles. Tonight we set it up and sang Christmas carols as we watched it go around and, as my daughter said, "it was quite a lovely evening."

I love the different traditions that bring us closer as a family while we celebrate Christ's birth. What are some of the traditions that your family shares, and where do they come from? All the many different traditions from many different places  can remind us of the same truth; that Christ is the Savior of us all. Spending time together and showing love for each other helps us feel His love and brings His spirit into our hearts and homes. What a wonderful reason to celebrate!

Frohe Weihnachten!

I Am Grateful for Doing Dishes

Being Thanksgiving everybody is talking about things they are grateful for. Today after lunch it occurred to me that one of the things I am grateful for is something I don't even like very much. Doing dishes. Dishes and I have never gotten along very well.  Repeitive, messy, and NEVER ENDING, I can think of any number of other things I would rather do, even in the realm of housework, than wash dishes. So why be grateful for it? Well, for one thing having a sink full of dirty dishes means you just had a full meal and that is truly something to be grateful for. But that's not it. Another reason might be a sink full of dirty dishes means you HAVE dishes - and a sink to put them in - and running water to wash them with. All things to to be grateful for, and I am, but that's not it either. Nope, this gratitude comes from a lesson that was long in the learning but hopefully not short in forgetting. 

About eight years ago my body started breaking down and I didn't know why. Small things became hard things and hard things kept getting harder. The harder things got, the less worthwhile doing them seemed to be. I left the grocery cart full of groceries in the aisle and went home empty handed because I was too tired to finish the shopping. I put my wet hair in a pony tail because the hair dryer was too heavy to hold up that long. I avoided leaving the house because the car seats seemed too hard to buckle and the diaper bag felt too heavy to carry. I remember standing at the sink trying to do dishes and stopping every few minutes to lay down because it hurt too much to stand that long. So I stopped cooking, and I stopped cleaning up. Somewhere in there I stopped smiling. I stopped playing with my children and started lying to them, pretending that giving them extra minutes of TV time was a "treat" when really it was a ruse so I could go lay in bed with the lights off and the blinds closed. Extra minutes turned to hours and while I lay there, leaving them unattended, I started lying to myself, telling myself that they didn't notice, that they didn't miss me, that they didn't need me anyway. Inflammation, fatigue, dizziness, blurred vision, left-sided weakness, and muscle spasms crept in and made themselves at home while my home went unkept and my children unattended and left me in the middle of it feeling frustrated, embarrassed, confused, and very, very sad. 

I don't know what I would've done without my husband. The thought of him helped me rally every day and the sight of him coming home in the evening lifted my heavy heart. I am inexpressibly grateful for him. With his help and support, I sought medical attention in all kinds of places which led to tests for brain tumors and Multiple Sclerosis and lots of late nights wondering "why?" and "what if?" Those tests came back negative (thank goodness) and then life became a carousel of physical therapy appointments and a roller coaster of health practioners for the next seven years. During that time we were blessed to find wonderful nannies who helped me do what I couldn't on my own and had a positive impact in my children's lives. I am grateful for their support and influence. Meanwhile my children were angels who walked beside me and helped me bring my smile back. I am grateful for their examples of forgiveness and unconditional love. 

Now here I am, in my kitchen, standing at the sink, washing the dishes. Earlier I shopped for our groceries and cooked our meal. Later I'll pick the kids up from school and help them with their homework. I am stronger. I am healthier. I am happier. I have seen miracles that brought me to this point.  And I. Am. Grateful. I am grateful that I didn't have a brain tumor. I am grateful that I don't have MS. I am grateful that I have a husband who saw me through heavy hearted times and loves me more for it. I am grateful for beautiful children that fill my soul with pervading love at the sound of their laugh and the sight of them sleeping. I am grateful that I can take care of them. I am grateful that my life is full of everyday normal things and that I am here to embrace it. I am grateful for doing dishes.