The holiday season always makes me super emotional. The heart wrenching stories on the news get me, every single time. I think back to years past and all the wonderful times in my life, and get sentimental. I feel like I’m not the only one, thankfully, but it definitely gets worse the older I get.
Growing up, Christmas was a huge deal. I was raised in a Catholic family (the kind of old school Catholic family where my grandfather’s older sister was a nun, because that’s what the oldest daughter did) so church was a big part of our celebration. I remember being so excited to go shopping for my Christmas Eve mass dress, and my Christmas day dress every year. The amount of crushed velvet and lace I wore was astounding.
My family would gather at my grandparents house after mass on Christmas Eve for stuffed cabbage rolls (which for the record, I hated with every fiber of my being. I ate just enough so that I was allowed to have pie), pie, and then we’d get to open a few presents.
See, these don’t even look appetizing. Ugh, I shudder just to think about them.
Christmas these days means I think about how wonderful, yet crazy my life has been. It usually starts with the current year. My running life was solidified this year as I’ve posted about recently both here, and as a guest post for my friend Lisa on her blog for her business, Wailani’s. The rest of my year started full of promise, fell to a low point quickly, and definitely picked back up.
It quickly then goes back to where I was a year ago, two years ago, 5 years ago, and so on. I’ve been blessed with some pretty amazing opportunities, experiences, and memories. Even if some of those now bring sadness or tears, eventually they’ll bring happiness, because I firmly believe everything you go through happens for a reason.
Image from thethingswesay.com
So this holiday season, I’ll remember the crazy fun times, like holiday parties in Grad school.
The silly times, like getting colored pocket jeans in junior high.
And the times I’ll never forget, like putting my Nana’s homemade ornaments on my own tree after spending my childhood examining each one because I thought they were the most amazing things in the world. And now I know, they are.
And with each of those, I’m pretty sure I’ll cry. Because apparently that’s what happens when you get older.
What do you remember most about your childhood holidays?
Were you also forced to wear ridiculous outfits every year?
What’s one tradition you still do today that you’ve always done?