Ever since I was a small child I remember that part of what I looked forward to the most on Christmas was the omelets my Father would make once we had finished opening presents. This has been a tradition for as long as I can remember and I have many memories of going to bed the night before and being just as excited to open presents as I was to have the omelets we would be eating afterwards. As I have gotten older and moved away from my family I have long since cherished the memories that were made as I was growing and have come to appreciate those memories and traditions more.
My childhood is scattered with memories like this. Another one that comes to mind is how my family and I would generally spend New Years Day. I grew up in a home that loved watching College Football on Saturdays and when the Holiday season comes around there’s a lot of good food and a lot of football on around the house. New Years Day is normally a day that includes a lot of the best bowl games so we always watch those games while taking down all the decorations from Christmas.
It seems like most families have similar traditions and I have talked with many of my friends that share similar memories of cherished activities that the family participates in and just things in general that the family grew up doing together. As I was thinking about this I realized that there are many things that have shaped my family to be how they are today. Things like omelets and football are nice and I enjoy them very much but there are much deeper traditions that my family has held since I was young. Things like family prayer in the morning before my Dad would leave for work and scripture study at night before we would go to bed are a few of the things that stand out to me as I think back to my years at home. Living in Dallas I had the opportunity to attend early morning seminary and I remember that I had an hour or two before school started that I wanted to come home and go back to sleep. Without fail, just as I had fallen asleep my Dad would call up to me to come downstairs so we could say family prayer. I would stomp down the stairs wrapped in the blankets from my bed and fall on the couch with a bad attitude that I had to be woken up to say prayer with my family. It wasn’t until many years later in my life that I realized what a blessing that had been because it had shaped my own habits while I was on my mission and while I was in school. I now look back on that memory with fondness because of the habits I was being taught as my Father would wake me up daily so I could say prayers with my family.
Traditions like this have always been a blessing to my family and I know that they have been blessings to many others. I believe that we would be wise to implement these in our own lives, whether it’s for our current families or our future families. They make a difference and I have seen the blessings that have come with them even though I haven’t lived at home for close to four years now. When we take the time to implement good traditions that our families become fond of it can really change the way we look back on our families and they can shape how we treat our future families. You never know what traditions you will end up looking back on with fondness, they might just make all the difference.