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Sunday Morning Traditions

October 24, 2010

I was reading something about family customs/traditions recently and the author had one about their family raking leaves, jumping in the pile and having yearly photographs of the ritual. I raked leaves yesterday, a yearly duty I hate. It got me thinking about how I don’t have any significant family rituals or customs, and about Sunday mornings. I can’t determine if I really like Sunday mornngs or not. Do I have customs and memories that are positive or negative? Most definitely, yes, to both.

I think about one custom from my youth where my step-father and I would have the same, extremely unhealthy breakfast of friend eggs (yokes broken for mine), home fries (potatoes grilled in oil and onions), bacon or sausage, toast and Entenmann’s pastries. While I love the taste of each of those, and still do to this day, — oh, but how unhealthy all those really are!! — my memories aren’t such that I wish to inflict similar forced customs on my kids. I’m so torn on whether the teaching of “discipline” and a usable life skill should be applied to a family custom/ritual that should actually provide for GOOD memories. Demanding my kids to perform similar tasks would be seen as artificial.

As my personal lifestyle has moved from the East Coast to the Midwest, I’ve been able to embrace the more laid back midwestern customs — even though I live in one of the most stressful areas in America, Detroit — but get a sense that too many of our general customs and rituals aren’t as deep rooted. Sure, we go Trick or Treating, have a traditional Thanksgiving dinner, have a nice Christmas Eve and Christmas Day dinner. Oh, and there’s Easter and Mother’s Day (even though I’m usually on the soccer field that day) and birthday’s, but that should go without saying. It’s those unique customs that only my family understands and loves that I’m talking about.

Now that I think of it, we do have “The Pickle”. Yep, that’s the one family tradition/custom/ritual that I’m certain my boys will keep with them throughout the years.

What’s “The Pickle”? Maybe you already know, or maybe your family does something similar and as silly, but I think I’ll just keep it hidden for my family!

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