Creating Traditions

As I write this, I have one little boy snuggled up to my left side, fast asleep. On my right side, the other little boy, equally exhausted. I’m laying in a tent, using my thumbs to peck away this post. I can hear birds settling in for the night, and thunder in the distance. I’m exactly where I am every year on this night. The boys and I are on our annual pre-Mother’s Day camping trip. We rode horses, shot BB guns, played dodgeball, swam for far too long, and ate s’mores. It’s a tradition.

There’s something about traditions that stick with us. We nostalgically remember the past, savor the present, and eagerly anticipate the future. Sometimes we find ourselves yearning for traditions of the past. Traditions that can’t be recreated or maybe shouldn’t be recreated. We mourn the loss of them while trying to hold onto the fond memories created from them. We often fail to realize every day is an opportunity to create new traditions.

This is something I took from therapy years ago. The power of creating new traditions. My wife, Sarah, sometimes takes it to the extreme. We could go to the grocery store on a random Tuesday afternoon, just one time, and she very well may declare going grocery shopping on Tuesday afternoons a new tradition. When I started taking the boys on this camping trip three years ago, I didn’t know it would become a tradition. But then they starting making references to the trip, asking when we could go back, and planning all the things they want to do next time. And just like that, we have a tradition. It’s a special tradition to me. It adds a richness to my life because I get to create lifelong memories with them. Though Sarah isn’t part of this trip, she looks forward to it as well. The original intent of the trip was to give momma a little rest ahead of Mother’s Day. She may have been counting down the days until we left for this trip, secretly planning all the rest and fun she’ll have in our absence. Let’s just say she ushered us out the door quite hastily this afternoon…..she was ready! It’s the tradition.

There’s something powerful about knowing we are one simple decision away from creating a new tradition in our life. I find myself seeking them out and finding creative ways to start something. In the world of meaning vs. money, it proves once again that meaning always prevails.

What are some of your favorite traditions?

Magnifying Meaning

Last night was awesome, filled with many cherished family traditions. Christmas Eve service with my family, including the always anticipated candlelight singing of Silent Night. Dinner at a Chinese restaurant. Snuggling on the couch watching Christmas movies. And last, but not least, a reading of The Night Before Christmas.

Traditions are special to us, but it’s not really about the traditions. It’s about those who we share the traditions with. For me, it’s my wife and kids. My boys are six now, so at this young age, they experience it a little differently each year.

I often talk about the idea of pursuing meaning. People generally nod their heads in agreement at this concept, but their actions oftentimes say otherwise. In their defense, the allure of money is attractive enough to lose sight of meaning. I get it…..I’ve been there! But moments like this, cherished holidays or traditions, are like a magnifying glass on our meaning….or lack thereof. It’s like looking into one of those cosmetic mirrors in hotel bathrooms. We see ourselves in the mirror every day, but it can be startling to see ourselves that close and that clearly. Sometimes we don’t like what we see. Holidays do that to us. They lay bare what we truly value and where we invest in life.

As I was sitting in Christmas Eve service watching my two little guys anchored on each side of me, proudly holding their “grown-up candles” while singing Silent Night, I couldn’t help but get emotional. The meaning was magnified in that moment, and it reminded me exactly why I do the things I do. Not so we can have more, but so we can have better. So I can model each and every day what it looks like to wake up with a heart to serve others and serve our God. In years past, I’m not sure I liked what I saw when the magnifying glass hit me. But the last few years (and this year)? It showed me I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. I hope you felt the same way.

Merry Christmas!