Family traditions are a silk that weave us into the fabric of times, uniting our past, present and future years. And in that, there is a sense of joy, a steady sense of calm.
Painting the halloween pumpkins became something of a family tradition each October 31st. As the years went by the artistic talent of the children increased, while my own stayed pretty much the same preschool sort of level. They'd look forward to it, plan their designs, and it made that day so special, all of us around the table with that creative fervour in our eyes! And of course that was only part one. Each November 1st we'd have a bake off, just a family contest, to make a pumpkin inspired breakfast, lunch, dinner and desserts. It made a two day festival of what otherwise could be about scoffing candy and feeling guilty. I guess we loved Halloween so much we wanted to renovate it, make it fun in a way that was kind to our planet and each other.
Our best family tradition is saving one another, but I guess that's what happens when you're a family of secret agents. I've lost count of the number of times Jacob has saved me, and I him, but that's the way we choose to live. We could climb mountains, go fishing or ride horses into the sunrise, but we do best when we focus on our mission.
Our family tradition is taking the names of monsters and sending them straight to hell. We walk in, all smiles, and leave with evil in chains. We are experts at extraction. We take hold of the beast by the jaw and remove his tongue. After that it's easy to subdue and defeat the scaled ones. Then we go for ice-cream and jump on trampolines. Who said defeating evil wasn't going to be fun?
In the candle lit room stood family and friends, each one ready to make a pledge to how they would help the newborn girl their lifetimes. She was a precious gift of the Creator's light, a pure soul. When she cried they shed tears too, her cries were to be expected. This child was freshly arrived from heaven; being further away from the Creator wasn't easy and it was their job to fill her with so much love that she could be happy on Earth - safe and content in the knowledge that not only her parents, but her entire extended family loved her and watched over her. The baby was passed from person to person, each holding her, cuddling her, before carefully placing her into the arms of a trusted other. The ceremony was beautiful beyond measure, not in expensive flowers or fancy food, but in the sharing of genuine heartfelt emotion.
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