By Joanetta Hendel
In anticipation of my first Christmas morning, Mamma posed me, freshly scrubbed
and curled, before the Christmas tree for my annual holiday photograph. This was the beginning of a lifetime of Christmas
celebrations--each one steeped in rituals and traditions built upon those which had gone before. As a child, I delighted in
the magical world created in the minds of the very young. We woke to sparkle and glitter, presents stacked high, and bulging
stockings. As I grew, the magic of childhood gave way to a different reality and a different joy, but the rituals remained
largely unchanged.
Marriage brought family and babies of my own. The photo albums grew and expanded as I made a
career of the holidays and the memories they held. Year after year, I lined up the little ones in front of the tree--just
as my mother had done before me. Each holiday celebration was an extension of former joys, other times, different places.
Importance was placed on building bridges from the past into the present.
Constancy equals comfort and security.
Psychologists agree that tradition is important to the development of society and to family structure. Family traditions are
healthy and normal. There's only one thing wrong with tradition--it's filled with shoulds. "We should have the
tree up before the 15th. We should entertain. We should shop...decorate...send cards. We should be happy..." Tradition
creates purpose and connection. Tradition provides roots. But tradition magnifies the pain of our loss. At our house, we
trim the tree the first weekend in December. It's tradition. But the year Alexander died, I didn't feel like trimming
the tree at all. When we did do it, as many changes as possible were made in the ritual to help me tolerate the empty space
left in his absence. The children receive a new Christmas ornament each year to add to their collections. Someday these ornaments
will adorn their own Christmas trees in their own homes. But what about Alex's set? Those three ornaments will never bloom
into twenty and will never follow him into adulthood. That first year after Alex's death I bought him one anyway--an angel
in flight. Four stockings hang from the mantel. Do I hang Alexander's stocking, or do I put it away forever? The first
year, I hung his apart from the others. But every year since, his stocking has hung with the other four. I have five children
with five Christmas stockings--and I always will. The key to surviving Christmas as a bereaved individual is flexibility
and foresight. It's important to plan ahead, and it's important to anticipate the changes you will need to make. Habit
is easy, and it does take a little more effort to implement creative change in holiday planning. But change and adjustment
are essential for the newly bereaved. Families can spend so many years following the same patterns and routines that
they forget these choices were made because they were right for their moment. But choices made under different circumstances
may not be the right choices for the newly bereaved. The early moments of grief demand new rules. Even customs "set in
stone" can be bent. Festivities that expend more energy than we have to give can be skipped. Entertaining and socializing
can be altered or curtailed altogether. Decisions can be delayed and new plans designed and implemented at the last minute.
The bereaved can learn to be creative and flexible in customizing their holiday plans. Traditions bind families and
societies tightly to one another. But altering our traditions to suit our current needs makes sense. Each moment, each stage
of life, demands its own customs and its own rituals. By building our bridges moment to moment, we link the past and present
to the future.
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