Actually, Danceman joined a Hawaiian family for Thanksgiving one year and they did serve sushi. But they also had a turkey. Sounds perfect, doesn't it? But ‘tis the season and all that so maybe it warrants some sitting and thinking about.
When one of the little dudes asked me what our family traditions are for a school project, my mind went a little blank. Okay, totally blank. Maybe we don’t really have any? It’s not like we tromp out into the snow to select and hack down a fresh-from-the-woods Christmas tree every year. We don’t go out caroling or have a family casserole recipe that’s been handed down through the generations.
The dictionary defines family traditions as a collective of ideas and attitudes that one inherits from one’s family. Their purpose is to “promote a sense of identity and a feeling of closeness, a sense of security and assurance in today’s fast, hectic, and ever-changing world.” And nothing screams feelings of closeness more than bacon and eggs. And French toast.
And so every Saturday morning, since the day after we first met, Danceman and I have moseyed over to the 19th Hole for breakfast.
It’s nothing fancy, or healthy for that matter. In the beginning we loved it because it was close by, cheap, and there was never a wait. Plus it has a fabulous view. Now the little dudes love it too but not for those reasons. They probably feel like sitting in the same booth each weekend promotes a feeling of closeness and sense of security. Well, and they like the view too.
2 comments:
That's a fab family tradition.
We usually have pizza for Thanksgiving. But I won't tell the little dude, promise ;-)
I really think you need to start writing for Voice of San Diego....this is great!! You are really witty!!
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