What’s a tradition you inherited from your mom or grandma that you now love?
July 12, 2025
What’s a tradition you inherited from your mom or grandma that you now love?
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I’ll be the one to create a tradition that my future child/ren will hopefully love 🤍 This is such a great question btw, love it!
Grandmother: A love of reading
Mom: Crochet
I have my mom’s attitude and my grandma’s laugh.
Jars of pickles in our Christmas stockings.
It started when I was little. We were dirt poor, and Mom didn’t know how she would fill our stockings. Toys were out of the question, and even candy wasn’t in the budget. But…pickles could be bought with food stamps, and if she scrimped a little on other things, she could make it work. And we kids loved pickles!
Fast forward to adulthood, we’re all doing much better now, Mom came over to top off the Christmas stockings with treats and toys…
“Mom, where are the pickles?”
“What? You really liked that?”
“Yes! Yes I did! I look forward to my Christmas pickles! Sheesh! Is it even Christmas without pickles??? What about my kids? *They’ve never even had a Christmas without pickles!* ”
My mother, bless her, didn’t point out that I was a grown adult that could now buy my own groceries. She understood that it was about more than the pickles themselves (though I do still love a good pickle.) And every year since, there have been pickles in the Christmas stockings.
Someday she will be gone. It will fall to me to continue the pickle tradition. And I expect that will be the hardest grocery run I’ll ever have to make.
eating a box of chocolates on the couch in my dressing gown on christmas morning
(technically a selection box but don’t know of people will know what that is)
Saturday is cleaning day. Everyone helps out around the house. Sunday is for eating out, no cooking, just relaxing. It’s something my mom always did.
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I’ll be the one to create a tradition that my future child/ren will hopefully love 🤍 This is such a great question btw, love it!
Grandmother: A love of reading
Mom: Crochet
I have my mom’s attitude and my grandma’s laugh.
Jars of pickles in our Christmas stockings.
It started when I was little. We were dirt poor, and Mom didn’t know how she would fill our stockings. Toys were out of the question, and even candy wasn’t in the budget. But…pickles could be bought with food stamps, and if she scrimped a little on other things, she could make it work. And we kids loved pickles!
Fast forward to adulthood, we’re all doing much better now, Mom came over to top off the Christmas stockings with treats and toys…
“Mom, where are the pickles?”
“What? You really liked that?”
“Yes! Yes I did! I look forward to my Christmas pickles! Sheesh! Is it even Christmas without pickles??? What about my kids? *They’ve never even had a Christmas without pickles!* ”
My mother, bless her, didn’t point out that I was a grown adult that could now buy my own groceries. She understood that it was about more than the pickles themselves (though I do still love a good pickle.) And every year since, there have been pickles in the Christmas stockings.
Someday she will be gone. It will fall to me to continue the pickle tradition. And I expect that will be the hardest grocery run I’ll ever have to make.
eating a box of chocolates on the couch in my dressing gown on christmas morning
(technically a selection box but don’t know of people will know what that is)
Saturday is cleaning day. Everyone helps out around the house. Sunday is for eating out, no cooking, just relaxing. It’s something my mom always did.