I LOVE traditions – I love the consistency, familiar and comforting feeling that only comes from a longstanding repeated tradition and my mom set us up with LOADS of them…probably without even realizing it.
A regular trip we made as a family every June was out to Richmond to pick strawberries which I have continued to do almost every yr and am now over-the-moon to have a partner!!
This is the 2nd yr J and I have gone picking and I am super excited that he seems to love it as much as we all did growing up.
Every couple mins, he would yell out…”Only the red ones, right Auntie” Right BUD! I say… then a few moments later I hear… “No green ones right Auntie” Right BUD! I say again.
Then once he walked over to me and said “Why no green ones” to which I responded “well take a bite” so naturally as any 4yr old would, he takes a bite. He faces all screws up in disgust and says “oohh Yucky” so I say “And that’s why we don’t pick the green ones.”
Sometimes he just needs to figure things out on his own… and I am so happy that he lets me come along for the ride.
We happily picked for about an hour…my back killing me; the berry bushes creating full-on allergic reaction all over my wrist and forearms; the wind kicking up the dry dirt and this is when the ‘other’ parts of tradition are remembered… there are always parts that your rose-coloured memory seems to block out 🙂
oohh-had to share this pic too – I mean, is it me or does he look like he’s 6yrs old.