It is now almost twenty years since I first moved out of home. I have put my finger on five traditions I really miss. We didn't have many; we weren't a very organised family. But here they are:
- Sunday morning tea at Grandma's after church.
- Beginning each birthday by clambering into bed for cuddles with Mum; squeezing between brother or sister; fidgeting around until there was room. Somehow beginning like this made birthdays so special. I even miss the grumbly rumblings from Dad who generally slid out the other side and disappeared.
- Saturday pizza nights.
- Charades on Christmas eve (and even the inevitable Christmas shopping row).
- Arriving ten minutes late for church every week. I don't know how we did it. It involved lost keys, lost glasses, lost handbags, lost shoes, lost sleep, lost sheep (that was us)... The first time Dad lead a service he had no idea how to begin!