Frosted Windowpanes

As a person who has moved around a lot, having called 15 different places “home” at one time or another (not including visits and vacations and mission trips), I have pared down “stuff” over the moves. The last thing you want to do when moving around is haul a bunch of “stuff” around. It gets broken, takes more time and energy, is more expensive, can get lost, etc. Stuff really weighs you down in so many ways. Needless to say, my holiday decorations were eventually dispensed with and given away, etc. So, we didn’t decorate for holidays like my mom did for some big holidays growing up, except a Christmas tree we got after moving into here, Lord-willing our last home. And without decorations, you don’t always remember to play it up a bit. Now, I am never going to encourage my children to adorn the house with rabbits at Easter or Santa Claus at Christmas because they have absolutely nothing to do with the rel meaning of those wonderful events. However, I am feeling strongly that we need to do some sort of celebrations of events for the kids to have warm snuggly feelings and traditional remembrances of those events we celebrate because of faith and family. And my dad’s stroke and the possibility of his going off to Heaven at some point in life (we’re never promised a day) caused me to remember Christmas at the farm house we lived in where decorations and warm fuzzy feelings inside warmed me despite the frosted window panes. There were birthdays always celebrated together with cake and ice cream, the opening of cards and presents and card games played. There were traditional meals celebrated with the whole family getting together over the most delicious food you’ve ever tasted in your life. These things, as I age, are now inspiring me to set up some of these traditions with my family and kids so some day they will remember their childhood and us (their parents) with warmth and fondness, especially on holidays. Other days are important, but it helps the memory to have rare, bigger events to latch onto. It’s a memory to hang your hat on and remember, “Yeah, that was great to celebrate together and know I was loved enough to be made a fuss over.”

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