Family Cruditions: Traditions Turned Fun

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How many Cruditions do you have in your family? We have a few. I wanted to share some of my favorites, and encourage you to develop a few Cruditions in your families too.

What is a Crudition? You ask… How could you? A Family Tradition turned fun, hilariously so, since it didn’t start out to be a tradition. Many of our Cruditions are words and phrases that melt my heart, as I hear my babies say them every year (or in some cases, almost every meal).

My baby is 21. Brenna is 4th year college this year and about to make me a Grandma, but this Crudition will continue forever, since it started with her. For her 3rd Christmas, we were busy cooking the Traditional Family Dinner and she stood in the high chair looking on as I chopped onion and celery for the dressing, “Mom, is that a Crudition?” I don’t remember my answer, but from that time on our Traditional Christmas Meal became a Crudition.

Then a few months later, she told her friends about my career. “My Mommy is a Mazagine Writer.” And now 21 years later, I still write for Mazagines.

When little sister Tatia came along, we reconsidered the notion of Peanut Butter Sandwiches. Tatia was our little Peanut. We all hear fits of embarrassed giggles when someone mentions Peanut Butter in her presence; she’s heard the story many times over as to where her nickname came from. (Use your imagination!) She’s long surpassed that nickname and become a beautiful young woman.

Tatia’s first word, still her favorite word, was “quarter”. I ran a vending route, always the entrepreneur, and she loved to play the games. At 16, she has learned that quarters make dollars, and she wants a lot of quarters.

Sean frequently reiterates his first sentence, “No more charcoal, peese.” Uttered at 8 months of age, his cry was heard by the Dr. and the Nurse, and Mom, during his first visit to the emergency room. From eating handfuls of grass and ‘toadstools’ back then to flipping his bike and busting a collarbone, his favorite method of announcing our next trip to ER is “Mom, I don’t want no more charcoal, peese.” Whether he’s a victim of his own injury or we’re going for someone else, he never fails to remind me of that first frightening visit to an ER room in a strange town far away from home. At 13, his visits to ER have become a bit more expensive, and usually include more than a mouthful of grass.

Kenton inspired the Oreo Cry at our house. After shopping trips where a bag of oreo cookies and glasses of milk were regular treats, he dazzled us with pleas for the Last Oreo Cookie; especially after we realized why.

Did you know the Last Oreo Cookie is significant? Like a Crudition, or a Mazagine, or Peanut Butter, or even Charcoal, the Last Oreo Cookie is meant to be savored. The first one may be special, because it’s new and delicious, the last one, whether it’s an Oreo Cookie or the youngest child in a family, requires a savoring moment extra to enjoy.

My little great nephew started out a new generation of Cruditions with his happy little response to Santa Claus, “I want to see Ho Ho Ho.” This year reminds me that Family Cruditions are even more “specialer” because they involve children, innocence, and a new and miraculous grasp of the language of love.

If you haven’t already started your Family Traditions, keep a note pad handy and remember to write down those precious thoughts, words, and comments. Encourage the children to continue using the best ones, even when they know better. Promote Cruditions in your family and start the New Year out with a basket of memories.

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Source by Jan Verhoeff