Make a parade! Life is all about creation! It is yours to do. Inventing traditions and making memories is part of motherhood. Now that my children are grown (the youngest will soon turn 21 and it has been a long time since we've all come together on this weekend), I'm realizing that life itself is a transtion: even traditions transition.
If you've been following me lately, I'm immersed in the theme of transition. It is the arc of my life, and probably yours, too, but mine just seems to be full more of change than routine. And, so, I write.
Bill Cunningham captures NYC's Easter Parade. It isn't even now at all what it once was. I wasn't there to see it when I lived there, but it I've seen other street performances for this holiday and know how they change and evolve. I've seen the parade of pilgrims to the chapel at Chimayo in New Mexico where penitentes once lashed gashes in their bare backs and carried huge crosses, Christ-like along the way.
I know that our traditions transition, from age to age and year to year and place to place. I did see a really cute monogrammed Easter basket this year thought hmmm. I'm far away in my motherhood from baskets. Only one child actually got a basket with something in it. Yep. My youngest. My children out grew egg hunts the year I altered the routine and didn't put out plastic eggs with surprises inside and instead, put out real colored hard-boiled eggs. That was the end of that. Their baskets were tossed in one of our moves.
Baskets, since my days of doing them up for little children, are quite something now. I love this one, above, with such cute fabric and a monogram. I bet a grandmother made it. Transitions. Motherhood is the biggest one of all.
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