Easter, Christmas, Mothers Day, Fathers Day. I always feel like we should be doing something extra for the kids. I tell them it’s a ‘special day’, one that only happens once a year in which we do things a bit differently, but in reality I’m unsure, slightly floundering. What are these family traditions that everyone else is apparently doing?
I suppose it doesn’t help that most of the big festivities are Christian, and while my husband is a born-again Christian working for a church, preaching and all that, not only are all of my family not Christian (myself included), there’s a large proportion who won’t even step inside a church for a wedding. And family traditions can get a bit tricky when your parents are divorced, like mine are, with the festivities to be shared out according to who you’re due to see. Added to that, the idealised picture of your cornflake packet family gathered round the table for the Easter roast leg of lamb just doesn’t happen when most of you are vegetarians. That’s a lot of things isn’t it? So I’m not that sure where my reference points are. I don’t think they’re the ones that I’ve been looking at on Pinterest.
But some traditions we did have.
My dad would always have a drink on Christmas Eve and then do some DIY (yep, exactly) and he’d make me great omelettes every year for Christmas breakfast. When I saw my mum she’d get us a Chinese takeaway for Christmas lunch which we’d eat in front of Top of The Pops. My mum still laughs about the Easter egg hunt clues she would write after a glass of wine or two, every year my egg would be in the washing machine. You forget that your parents were just like you , looking forward to wine o’clock , doing daft parenting stuff just to make themselves laugh. Doing their best, making memories of our own, just maybe not the stylized ones on the front of magazines.
So Easter for us did mean my husband doing a quick talk at church. But taking reference to my family traditions we also took the kids out for a less than traditional lunch in the form of a curry.
I tell myself I want to be a ‘proper mum’ and cook a roast but actually I’m not keen on them and I hate washing up. Who am I trying to impress? And the night before Easter I decorated our front room with all the Easter crafts my son had done, there was quite a bit of it, it looked more pre-school hall than a Martha Stewart ideal home but who cares? I was half cut, it made me smile and I knew he’d love it too. You make your own traditions and they’re the ones that suit you. No matter where they come from.