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Holiday Traditions-Tying Generations Together: It Begins


Day 1: It Begins

My husband came with few traditions and I came with countless so coming together to start our own family...we pulled traditions from each extended family and then built our own.  Some things we tweaked to make them our own and some we invented!

Whether it is your family, church family, school, civic group or friends...traditions tie generations together. 

Traditions serve as a fastener that connects past, present and future.  A holding place where memories and values meet and solidly stand the test of time.


Tradition Defined:  "The transmission of customs or beliefs from generation to generation."  I think the Latin root is cool. From tradere which is deliver and trans-"across" + dare "give."

Heather's Definition of Tradition:  To deliver, give, transmit across generations... one's values, customs and beliefs through intentionally created moments and memories that is rooted in the past and reaching to the future!

Thanksgiving and Christmas are loaded with traditions at our house as well as New Year's, Valentines, Easter etc.  I'll be sharing those in the days and weeks to come.

Join me in intentionally focusing traditions this year.  

Starts with reflection.

Do I have a list of values, beliefs and history that I want to intentionally pass down?  Generosity, Gratefulness, Humbleness and Peace to name a few.

What do we currently do with your family to pass down your values and beliefs?

What values am I acting out in the activities of the holidays?

How am I keeping the reason and purpose of traditions at the forefront of planning and activities?  

Am I planning with the goal of transmitting values and tying generations together?

In what ways can I add to our traditions and holiday experiences?  

How do I build on what I have or what do I need to take out?

Am I involving all of my family? 

Am I making peaceful and uniting decisions and memories or loading us up on stress and expectations?

LET'S BEGIN!!!!!
 

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