To Grandmother’s House We Go


To Grandmother’s House We Go I really love the holiday season. I love everything about it. Ever since my sister and I were little, I remember snow days with hot chocolate, opening a gift on Christmas Eve, the hustle, bustle, and joy of going to Grandmommy’s house, and then traveling to Mooresburg to have Christmas with my grandparents. Those are my memories and I love every one of them.

My kids will remember similar traditions; Christmas Eve dinner with grandparents, aunts and uncles, and then again going to fill the grandparents’ houses with love on Christmas morning. They’ll remember the smell of Nana’s cookies, snuggling up on Gee’s couch, and making gingerbread houses at Mimi and Papaw’s.

Sometimes I wonder: what will they remember about our own holiday traditions?

In years past, selfishly, I wished I could bake the Thanksgiving turkey or host an intimate Christmas with just the four of us. I wonder if every new parent goes through a thought process: “Man, I wish sometimes we could just stay home instead of loading the kids up every holiday.” Getting a handle on parenthood is hard, loading kids in the car while simultaneously making sure you didn’t burn the food is hard, nap schedules are hard, and planning a get-together around everyone’s work schedule is even harder.

But you know what’s even more difficult than that? Realizing you only have a few short years left with those who have loved you the longest and deepest. Our parents shuffled us to see grandparents on the holidays, and I remember nothing but love. I never felt rushed or agitated. I felt pure excitement. I remember opening Nanny’s gift from the buck-or-two store and lots of wrapping paper filling the living room while I spent time with my cousins.

Remembering my own childhood holiday shuffling made me stop and reflect. This is beautiful and these moments are fleeting. Someday it will be your moment to host, but for now, give some of that precious time to others. Travel with the kids. Make the stops. Make the memories. The holiday feels long, but the years are very, very short.

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I live in La Follette, TN with my husband Luke and our 3 children: Amelia (8), Lincoln (3), and Arthur (newborn). I'm a kindergarten teacher in the public school system and I absolutely love what I do. I'm very passionate about education and the well-being of children all over the world. I like to write about my experiences as both a mother and a teacher. Balancing both is really tricky, and I'm still getting the hang of it. My husband, who I truly believe is the world's best father, is an auctioneer at his family business Longmire Realty & Auction Co. While we love our jobs, we value family time the most. We spend a lot of time outdoors and love to go camping all over the east coast.


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