Sunday, December 19, 2010
Around the time of any given holiday, I have a tendency to wish that I had a large extended family nearby, to romanticise that notion. Cousins for my children to play with, pre-established holiday traditions to look forward to, always having a place to go. As a child I spent many Christmases at my grandparents' home, along with a houseful of cousins. We all had our own personalized felt stocking hung on the mantle made by our grandmother, and a handmade doll or stuffed animal or something similar to look forward to on Christmas morning, as part of the general joy and chaos of the day. It can leave me feeling a bit melancholy, living in a city so far from any family, with no traditions other than those we make for ourselves. So we muddle along. Sometimes family visit us, and there are friends who feel like family we spend time with. This week, we're skiing at Whistler with another family. We did the same thing the week before Christmas last year (different location). So I'm happy with this tradition we seem to be building. I hope my children will remember fun times as a family at Christmastime, along with whatever else evolves over the years.