This weekend my awesome in-laws watched E so S and I could go upstate with my family to visit friends. Every year we pick a weekend to go up for tailgating, a football game, and an all-around good time. Our first year going after E was born we brought her (she was 6 months old) and she was a rockstar– slept great, hung out in the baby bjorn all day, and was generally the best baby ever. Since then, though, my in-laws have graciously babysat since NO ONE’S idea of a good time is a 2.5 year old doing basically anything.
The weekend basically consists of late Friday night bourbon and red wine, Saturday tailgate with Walking Tacos, football, wings, pizza, and an early bedtime, and brunch on Sunday before heading home again. The really special thing about it, though, is that this trip is a 19-year tradition. The friends we visit have been good friends of my parents since they were newlyweds. Since then, they’ve moved upstate and everyone in their circle went on to have kids all around the same ages. When we were little, they’d hire a couple babysitters and all the adults would go tailgate and go to the game. I have such clear and fun memories of those trips. As we got older, we started going to the games, too. And it’s taken on a whole new life now that the “kids” are getting married and starting to have their own kids.
It’s got me thinking about the importance of family traditions– the things unique to your own family, that you maybe have a hard time explaining to anyone else why they’re so important. Like seeing Handel’s Messiah in December; like Lake Placid and the Great Adirondack Steakhouse in February; like watching Jesus Christ Superstar (the iconic, glorious 70s original) before Easter; like Sunday pot roast and the 4 Pie Club.
And at the same time, I’m thinking about my little family and all the opportunities we have to start our own, new traditions— the ones E will hopefully treasure as I do.
Hope you all had a fantastic weekend! xo