.. is that you don't always realize when you are actually starting one. Many years ago, our oldest (then only child) Jason, set out for his first day of kindergarden.
But as I walked back in the house, I realized that I really was lost.
So I set out to my comfort zone, my kitchen.. and decided to bake cookies.
By the time the last batch was done, I heard the brakes of the school bus.. and he was home again.. running up the hill with papers in his hand, full of stories of his first day of school.
We sat on the living room floor while he emptied his back pack, had cookies & milk together while he shared all of his stories with me;)
A year later, as he entered first grade, we had another addition to our home...
and a few years later, once Ali had arrived & our core family was complete, when Jay & Ry set off for school,
Ali & I .. you guessed .... baked cookies :)
I wasn't until a few years later, when we had now moved on to our next home, where the bus stop was at the end of the street, so we had to walk home that I realized what I had done......
I walked to the bus stop to get Ry & Ali off of the bus on the first day of school and they both jumped off the bus and ran right by me.. they yelled back to me that they were racing home for the cookies. THAT'S when it occurred to me...
......I had started our very own tradition!
Jason is long out of school... and like I said, I am still very proud of him...
Ryan will enter his Junior year of high school next week..
and Ali started her sophomore year of high school today.......
and despite the fact that it is 95 degrees out, & I don't have A/C...... you guessed it... I'm baking cookies !!!!
~because you don't break a tradition :)
on another note..... this is what we have deemed 'breakfast central' in our house. While is was making Ali's breakfast this morning.... take a look at who showed up trying to sneak a ride to school in her lunchbox!