(Why yes, this is a photo of a Christmas tree through a glass of Cabernet; and yes, I wish it was my tree this year and, more to the point, my glass of wine. Alas, it’s last year’s fuzzy glow.)
I have another post up at The Happiest Mom today. It’s a funny thing, writing on a deadline (is there another kind of writing, come to think of it? not for me). I had this piece outlined in my head for a week or so, and when I sat down to crank it out yesterday, something utterly different than what I’d planned came out.
Here’s an excerpt from the post, which is about how I think the modern notion that we must “create family traditions” for our kids is kind of backward:
I have a hard time picturing our foremothers in a time before Pinterest and parenting experts sitting down with their sewing circle and remarking, “You know what we should do? We should start Christmas traditions for our families.” I’d like to imagine that they just did what they knew: Made the same dishes every year because the ingredients were available and the recipes memorized; followed the same rituals their grandmothers had because the internet didn’t exist to tell them anyone did it any differently anywhere else; let the calendar and the season and the weather and the rhythm of their families lead them into a familiar annual experience that shifted imperceptibly over time and generations without anyone ever having to put a label on it.
Want to read the whole thing? I hope you will! Here’s a link to the post. Thanks for reading!