I grew up in a family with five siblings and more aunts and uncles than I can count on two hands. So I guess it’s no stretch that, between my husband and I, we have five children, all thriving adults. And seven grandchildren.
And we are very blessed that they all either live close by or only a couple hour plane flight away.
There are a lot of ways to communicate these days and we all use them. Email, text, phone. However, nothing keeps a relationship strong like visiting in person. And that’s what we do as a family each winter. We all go hole up in some snowed in (hopefully) cabin for three nights and catch up on everything that’s happened in the past year, even though we already know most of it.
We decorate sugar cookies and eat too much. We play games like Pictionary, and Catch Phrase, and Chess. The skiers go skiing and the sledders sled. Oh, and we watch football. Lots of playoff football.
And on the last morning, we pack up like a well-oiled machine, give hugs all around, and return to our normal daily lives.
It is the weekend I look forward to the most each and every year. We’ve been doing it for eleven years now and I hope, on a very selfish level, this tradition continues indefinitely. I come away from the weekend with the knowledge that we’ve raised wonderful children. And they, in turn, are raising exceptional grandchildren. With all the depressing things on the news these days, it’s nice to have my faith in humanity restored by things like watching our eighteen year old grandson take time to play games with an eight year old cousin that adores him.
I’d like to know what kind of traditions you have. Whether you have children or done, what do you do to renew yourself and the people who are important to you? How do you keep in touch in today’s busy life?