From Mother’s House To Mine by Kerry McDonald
44 | NATURAL MOTHER MAGAZINE
I never thought the day would come. I knew, theoretically, that traditions are often passed down from one generation to the next, and altered and enhanced with each new bearer. I knew that this was the cycle of family rhythms, but still I never thought the day would come when the decades-long tradition of hosting our family’s annual Christmas Eve celebration would pass from my mother’s house to mine. My mother knew otherwise. She knew that when she was my age, 30-something with a young family, she had assumed this tradition from her mother.