One of the things that was hardest for me to come to terms with when my marriage ended was the loss of family holidays and traditions... all those years of growing up with mom and dad and family and special routines... it felt like my children weren't going to get that... it would be different every other year... there would be no consistency for them.
It took a few years, but I realized a few things.
1. That heartbreak was mine, not theirs. They were too young to remember their dad and I together, so this was their normal. It hurt ME that their childhood Christmases wouldn't be like mine, but they didn't know the difference!
2. They would make their own traditions and they have. Without realizing the significance of what they've done, my children have their own rituals that they demand regardless of where they are on Christmas...Things like the Elves leaving pajamas on their pillow on Christmas Eve, getting 3 presents from Santa and this one about which I posted last year. Boy Howdy, don't think they'll let either their dad or I forget!
I can relax. Maybe their childhood didn't turn out like I thought it would... maybe it's not like mine ~ which, while traditional and good, had it's own warts *winks*~ but they have done their own thing, without a conscious thought. As the only living reminders of a union and family unit that no longer exists, they have made their own little unit... one that is just for them and comes with it's own traditions.
I couldn't be more proud and I probably love them even harder for it!
I hope your holiday is filled with love, laughter, and family traditions.
I am going shopping... I need more butter and biscuits! *grins*