One of the traditions that I started with my children many years ago has now been passed on to my grandchildren - cutting down the family Christmas tree the weekend after Thanksgiving. It all started when after a couple of years of getting trees from a local produce store, I decided that a family building excursion and having a tree that was fresh and capable of lasting through the long holiday season was a must. (The last time I cut down a tree with my daughters was Christmas 2004.) Within a couple days of having the tree in our house the needles began to fall off of it with the slightest touch. So my daughter Elyssa and I set out to find an artificial replacement. From that moment the Christmas tree village was born. (It was also that time that I discovered that I was allergic to pine and it explained why I lost my voice or developed bronchitis every Christmas season.) Since then the tradition is to put up my many trees and decorate each of them with a special theme and as a result, my new tradition was born.
At Thanksgiving dinner yesterday my granddaughter asked me if I cut down my Christmas tree. I had to explain to her that I no longer do because I am allergic to pine. I would love to be able to witness her selecting her special tree and sharing in her family's tradition. As much as I wish that I could continue on with the tradition that I started 32 years ago I realize that sometimes life happens and while you may no longer be able to be a part of a tradition that you put in motion, you can rejoice in the realization that that tradition was strong; that it continues and lives on through in joy through your offspring and their offspring, and quite possibly will extend on through their offspring. Creating a legacy is not always about you being forever a part of that legacy, but it is about the beautiful reality that your legacy lives on no matter what! #lovemydaughters #lovemygrandbabies#legacybuilding #futuregenerations