I married early and was so ready for it. My mom had raised me to be a good wife and housekeeper – giving me my ‘masters’ in homemaking. And I’ve already shared how getting married and having babies was my dream. So Mitch and I married in June 1997 and had a blissful beginning – no ‘the-first-year-is-the-hardest’ for us.
While growing up, most year’s Christmas tradition for our family was – Christmas Eve at my Grandpa’s house on my mom’s side of the family, Christmas Day was at my Grandparents on my dad’s side. We were blessed to have much of our family living in the same town and this arrangement was as next to perfect as could be. I never realized how much this tradition was a part of my life – one I looked forward to even – until the first year of marriage and a new tradition was about to emerge.
We spent Christmas Eve with my family and then were heading to Mitch’s parent’s home a couple hours away on Christmas Day 1997. I was totally taken by surprise at the emotions that flooded me that Christmas morning, as we did not head to my Grandpa and Grandma’s house but, instead, headed to my new in-laws home. I was so sad, felt loss and grief and… sadness. I was blissfully married, ready to do life – all of life, for a really, really long time – with this man by my side but somewhere in me, I found it tough in the offering up of my Christmas tradition.
I lived through that day. I’m sure I even enjoyed my first Christmas with my new family. And in 18 years of marriage there’s been many more instances of offering up my traditions… to embrace the new life and our own traditions that we are making together as a family.
***This is Day 25 of “31 Days of Offering Up” – part of the #write31days challenge. To read all the posts in order, please visit the overview page.***