A New Tradition
Traditions, the holidays are full of them.
We all have them. Some are fun and some we just do out of habit.
This year however I wanted to add a new tradition to our family list.
Over the last spring I picked up an old Indian cooking bowl.
When I first saw it sitting on the ground, full of water from a recent rain shower outside of Sonoma Country Antiques, I knew it was meant for me.
In fact, I think my husband and family thought I had gone a little crazy because I was so insistent that we get it, but an idea stirred in the back of my mind and this bowl was just what I needed.
As the weather turned cold in our corner of the world and the holidays started to draw near it was time to put my bowl plans into action.
“Girls,” I said, tromping into our sun brightened winter kitchen, “I have an idea.”
All three turned in my direction.
“This year we are going to start a new, New Year’s Eve tradition.”
“Cool,” our youngest said. “Does that mean I don’t have to write down a list of resolutions?”
“Not exactly,” I answered.
“This year, instead of writing down a list of resolutions no one but me ever takes seriously, we are going to write down one thing we wish we didn’t do over the coarse of the year, and one thing we want to accomplish in the new year, then we are going to burn them.”
“Excuse me?” My husband piped in, eyeing me over his coffee mug.
“Yep, I am going to set up my bowl down by the water and start a fire in it. Then at the stroke of midnight we are all going to burn our regrets and ignite our wishes.”
“You’re not talking about the bowl you had to have last spring in Napa, are you?” He said.
“Of course I am,” I cheered, smiling from ear to ear. “My Indian cooking bowl is now The Ancient Indian Bowl of Resolution.”
“Cool,” our middle daughter praised.
“Really?” Our youngest daughter whined. “I still have to write something.”
“Yep,” I said. “But then you get to burn it, and you don’t have to show anyone what you wrote.” She nodded her acceptance.
My eldest daughter raised a brow.
My husband shook his head.
So as midnight hour approached I dawned a pair of the kids Uggs and carried The Ancient Indian Bowl of Resolution down to the high bluff above the icy waters of Rosario Straits and lit a small fire.
Soon our girls, my husband, and our friends from Canada joining us for the night, stood by my side. There were nine of us ranging in age from 7 to 52.
I’ve never felt so lucky. You can have friends, and you can have good friends, but the friends and family that agree to your crazy ideas are the best.
A minute before midnight we tossed in our regrets. “There, now no more guilt,” I said and a minute after midnight we tossed in our wishes.
I guess we will see if it works. I have high hopes.
What traditions do you have?