When Our Traditions Break
For every year as long as I can remember, Easter Sunday has been a moring for rising early. We always rose early to make the drive to Manhattan for Easter service with Grandma and Grandpa (mom's parents), with a big breakfast at their house afterward. Aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents gathered around as many tables as we could stuff into their dining room. Then we all proceeded to eat till we could eat no more. My immediate family would then proceed to load up and drive to the other side of town for lunch at my dad's parent's house. There we would do the same thing over again.
That is until last year. Last year amid the chaos, our families decided it best to stay home and take the year off. Now this year our Easter still looked nontraditional. Covid restrictions are lifting, yet with most of the grandkids starting families of their own and the grandparents having moved to great grandparent status all the former parents (now called grandparents) are hosting their own easter's this year. We spent our moring more like a typical Sunday morning with church service, lunch, and then naps. After the kids woke up from their naps we proceed to my parent's house, now called grandma and grandpa, for a small Easter celebration with them and my sister's family. While it is hard to call something a tradition after just one year I would be surprised if our future Easter Sundays don't look more like this than what they used to two years ago.
A tradition is defined as a customary pattern of thought, action, or behavior. The thing about a pattern is that once you break it, it's not a pattern anymore. While usually these traditions are broken by more traditional means, like the birth of a new family member or the death of one of the old ones, Covid killed a lot of family traditions last year. But if you are like our family hopefully some of those old patterns are giving way to some new, maybe even better ones. After all, just doing something because that is the way it has always been done before (with no further reason) doesn't make much sense, does it?
I hope this message has found you in good health and of a sounds mind. I am just another confused father from Kansas wishing you ...
A very blessed Easter.