My
mother loved the holidays. She took great pleasure in creating a
festive household: elaborately decorating our home with tasteful
centerpieces and garlands, candles everywhere aglow from sundown to
bedtime; house redolent with the mouth watering aromas of Christmas
cookies and wassail as we strung popcorn and cranberries to strains
of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir and the Boston Pops drifting through
the house. She loved having various friends and neighbors in;
preparing for family to arrive and planning gourmet Christmas dinners
to lavish upon her beloved.
mother loved the holidays. She took great pleasure in creating a
festive household: elaborately decorating our home with tasteful
centerpieces and garlands, candles everywhere aglow from sundown to
bedtime; house redolent with the mouth watering aromas of Christmas
cookies and wassail as we strung popcorn and cranberries to strains
of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir and the Boston Pops drifting through
the house. She loved having various friends and neighbors in;
preparing for family to arrive and planning gourmet Christmas dinners
to lavish upon her beloved.
In
1996 Mom lost her battle with cancer 10 days before her birthday, and
2 ½ weeks before Christmas. Until the time of her death, each
holiday celebration had been an extension of former joys, as I tried
to recreate for my children the magic I experienced as a youngster.
1996 Mom lost her battle with cancer 10 days before her birthday, and
2 ½ weeks before Christmas. Until the time of her death, each
holiday celebration had been an extension of former joys, as I tried
to recreate for my children the magic I experienced as a youngster.
Tradition
creates a bridge from the past to the present. Upon the loss of a
crucial element of the past, that bridge seems to collapse, leaving
us to wonder how on earth we can carry on.
creates a bridge from the past to the present. Upon the loss of a
crucial element of the past, that bridge seems to collapse, leaving
us to wonder how on earth we can carry on.
But
life goes on, and carry on we must, particularly if there are
children involved.
life goes on, and carry on we must, particularly if there are
children involved.
When we are in mourning, the pain becomes
unbearable. As much as we wish to escape the anguish, it is necessary
to face it before we can move beyond it. When the feelings come, let
them. It is not necessary to put up a front; let people know if
you’re having a tough day. Don’t hide your feelings from children in
an effort to be strong for them or to protect them. You’ll only be
teaching them to deny their own feelings.
It is best not isolate
yourself too much. You may not feel much like celebrating, but
accepting a few invitations to spend time with close friends or
family can provide great comfort.
Some of us are inclined to turn
to drink. Alcohol is a depressant, so drinking serves only to worsen
the heartache, not to mention all the other complications created by
substance abuse.
Families can spend so many years following the
same patterns and routines that we forget these traditions were made
by others, suitable to their experience. Customs created under
different circumstances may no longer be appropriate for the newly
bereaved and it becomes necessary to make changes in the
routine.
Change and adjustment are essential for those in
mourning. The early stages of grief require new practices. Even
customs “set in stone” need to be modified. We need to
remember to include other grieving members of the family, especially
children, in the decisions regarding family custom.
Incorporate
the memory of your dearly departed into the holidays: Share your
favorite stories over dinner. Make a toast or light a candle in
remembrance. Making a contribution to a favorite charity, donating a
book to the library or making a plan to plant a tree in their memory
is of great solace. This in itself may become part of your revised
holiday tradition.Traditions bind families and societies tightly to one another. But altering our
traditions to suit our current state of affairs makes sense. Each
moment, each stage of life, demands its own customs and its own
rituals. For while family tradition serves to build a bridge from the
past to the present, adaptation of custom is necessary to take us
into the future.
Since
my mother had been the cornerstone of what the holidays meant to me,
it just seemed too excruciatingly painful to carry on, and every year
the season’s celebration became a chore. Decorations remained in the
attic, cookies unbaked.
my mother had been the cornerstone of what the holidays meant to me,
it just seemed too excruciatingly painful to carry on, and every year
the season’s celebration became a chore. Decorations remained in the
attic, cookies unbaked.
Severalyears after she died, the idea of honoring my mother by celebrating
her birthday was presented. Dinner on that date, consisting of her
favorite holiday fare has since become part of our amended family
tradition. Last year my sister mailed a package with instructions to
open it on Mom’s birthday. It contained a beautiful old photo of her
taken during the holidays, along with a cd of her favorite jazz band.
It was as if my mother was in the room with us. -RDW (11-30-09)