It's turning out that holidays are multi-day events in my world. Celebrate here on the day of, celebrate there yet another day... or actually the other way around. Or something like that.
The kids have had their Easter with their dad and his family this weekend and I will be doing festivities next Sunday. We could have pulled everyone together last night but they would have had to leave another celebration early, and really, I'm not doing anything big, so no reason to make everyone scramble, right?
In reality I've been seriously scarred by the logistical nightmare of five Christmases in 36 hours. Several years in a row. With very small children. And all of the accompanying accoutrements necessary for any journey away from home over 30 minutes with very small children. And then lugging home all of the crap adoring grandparents gift to the spoiled brats.
I just won't be part of that equation for my own children. I want my time with them to be fun and light hearted and drama-free. Nobody should feel forced to choke down another meal after feasting just hours before somewhere else. Nor should they rush through this meal so they can flee to yet another. How maddening! How UNfun! Where are the happy memories in all of that?
Some of my most stress-free holidays with my kids were Easter with my ex's mom. With scheduling conflicts of two nurses in the family, trying to get all of the grandchildren together at the same time never happened ON Easter. She wanted all of the kids, even the big ones, under the roof at one time. She and the dearly departed "Bob-Bob" would get a ham, all of the side fixings, set up a beautiful buffet and open the house for the kids. People were everywhere. After we ate off plates perched on our laps we would gather in the yard and all of the kids under 18, including tag alongs not related to the bunch, were given a bag with their initials.
In the yard were a specific number of plastic eggs with coordinating initials. Adults had to help the littlest kids find their booty and then we retired to the livingroom to open the eggs. It was fun and easy and no demands, other than "show up."
Like I said, Easter never happened ON Easter. One year it was celebrated in the front yard IN AUGUST! Yes. August. An egg hunt. And we totally ignored the passing cars, drivers staring at us. Because it was fun.
Holidays should be fun. And memorable. They aren't about the day, but the togetherness. And that, folks, is my focus.
23 hours ago