A Day of Rest
When I was little girl my parents made us all Easter baskets, my sister and I always had a new dress for church and we always ended the day with a ham dinner. But now it is just me and what is tradition if you don’t have anyone to share it with?
My family had many traditions as I was growing up, but as we got older many of our traditions changed, or died away. For example, when I was a little girl my mom made all of us children Christmas PJ’s. Every Christmas Eve we each were able to open one present and each year this one present was our Christmas Eve pajamas. We would put on our pajamas, my parents would take a picture of us in our home made pj’s in front of the tree and then off to be bed all four of us went. Now that we are all grown and everyone but me has children of their own the Christmas eve present has changed from pj’s to cook books for the adults and children’s book for the grandchildren. I am glad that my parents recognize the importance of adjusting family traditions to meet the changes of the family unit.
But what family traditions will I carry on? I don’t really know. I imagine that I won’t carry on any if I don’t have a family to share them with. But if I do become a wife or a mother I know that I will carry on my families tradition of Sunday being a day of rest. I have often wondered how I would raise my children to understand the importance of family without raising them in the Mormon Church. Years and years ago I decided that Sunday would be my family day just as it was while I was growing up. I’ll spend Sundays with my family having picnics and bike rides and brunches and hiking and reading together and enjoying in one another’s company and building our relationship as a family, as a single unit. I will make sure that Sunday is a family day, one we spend together resting, not working.
I don’t know if my family now would consider Sunday’s a tradition, but I do. Almost every Sunday my parents cook Sunday dinner for all of their children and grandchildren within driving distance. I love coming home to visit and knowing that come Sunday my whole family will be sitting at my parents table sharing stories, gossip, telling jokes and just enjoying being with one another. I want to make sure that what ever traditions I carry on in my own family they will create the kind of bond that my parents created with us, the kind of a bond where even as adults we long to all be together come Sunday.