When my kids were young, I wanted to come up with my own family Christmas traditions. I am only kinda' crafty, kinda' a good cook, had a lot of kids and not always a lot of money. When I saw pictures of gingerbread houses made out of graham crackers, I knew I had found a family tradition that fit all my criteria. When Kelly-Across-the-Street moved in, it became a neighborhood tradition, although we now usually purchase the gingerbread kits.
Avery created well and sat still well, even after eating a lot of sugar. His house is going to look cheerful and bright, until all the candy is nibbled off. Avery wins the Best Display Face Award.
My husband arrived in home just at the time the house was at full roar of laughing, hooting, howling, chasing and all those other things kids of ALL ages do when they have eaten TOO much sugar. He jokingly threatened to call off the annual event if things didn't calm down.
Now that we've completed our lovely creations, I can begin the next yearly tradition of threatening the kids to stop eating the candy off their houses until after Christmas. Yes, these are memories that we will cherish forever.
If you are living away from family and feeling those Holiday Blues that can somehow affect all of us, I encourage you to find a friend and begin a tradition. Don't wait until you are not so busy, and please don't wait until your house is clean enough for company. I said to find a friend, not invite company. You don't have to clean for friends. Because, seriously, it's not just about the kids and memories. It's about spending time together and having those snippets of staccato-type conversations between dealings with children, that encourage you, convict you, help you and give you the courage to keep on mothering with endurance, love and patience.
Kelly blogged from her side of the street, sharing three years of Gingerbread House Building. But, read between the dabs of icing and mountains of candy - it's really about the sustaining friendship.