Family traditions. We have them and we love them. Every family has different traditions. Some have the same or similar traditions. Let me share one of our family traditions with you (although we haven’t done it in a few years due to married sibling rotating holiday schedules).
We make sugar cookies for Christmas. Homemade, from scratch, frosted sugar cookies. And they’re good! Mom has a large tupperware full of cookie cutters, and in the past we’ve gone crazy with any shape that is related to Christmas. This year we – Paige, Kaitlin, and I – scaled it back to just two. A tree and a star. Sometimes simplicity is best. You see, the funny thing about this tradition while we were all younger is that the younger 3 (I’m the oldest of 4) would be all gung-ho at the beginning. Measuring, mixing, etc. They’d help roll out one ball of dough, cut the shapes, load the cookie to bake (roughly 2 sheets worth), then they’d bail. TV, nintendo 64, the phone. Something else to do because we got to the “boring” part of sugar cookie making. And can you guess who got to finish that task? Yep, me. That is until it was time to make the icing! Everyone would pour back into the kitchen to mix powdered sugar and butter. The thick good creamy stuff. And then we’d frost the cookies. And decorate with sprinkles. Well, they’d do a handful each. I’d finish them up. Then we’d all taste test for quality purposes, a very important job. Cookies were ready for public consumption!
This was the cycle. The tradition. And as much as I disliked the extra work and the siblings that bailed, I still volunteered for the job every year. Maybe I’m a glutton for punishment. Maybe I’m a sucker. Or maybe I’m just sentimental about that time spent with my brother and sisters.
This year was different though. My sisters and I made plans to have a cookie makin’ afternoon at my house. I’m game. Hello, I’m game whenever sugar is involved. No arm twisting required. This year they did all the work. Role reversal. I pulled all the ingredients out. And helped frost the cookies, with most of an icing (not buttercream). Oh, and I made an appetizer for the next day visiting my aunt, uncle, and cousins. I must admit, I was quite nice to do all the “heavy work”.
Will this tradition continue? Oh heck yes! And someday we’ll have some little rugrats running around helping out. Teaching them about family traditions, and togetherness. Until then, it’s just us. Just as it always has been.
And that’s ok. More cookies for me. 🙂