When Thanksgiving Traditions Mean Not Having Any

Ask around the street and you’ll confirm what I’m about to reveal about myself: I am nothing, if not a traditionalist. I love traditions. Maybe that’s why I cheer on the Irish of Notre Dame year-in-and-year-out, no matter the odds – holding onto the glory days of decades past.

It’s also why I love family. Families, to me, are traditions – both the good and the bad. It’s what I’m used to, growing up the fifth of five kids.

How to Avoid Raising a Stuff Monster

It starts innocent enough. Begging for things in the grocery checkout aisle. A Christmas wish list that gets a little longer each year. Pleading for the latest video game, fashionable clothing item, or electronic thingee. And, as parents, we like to give good gifts to our children so we oblige — and maybe a little too frequently.

But before you know it, you have a home of Stuff Monsters, kids who value stuff as much — or maybe even more — than the people and relationships around them.

Child-like Excitement

When I travel, I love to people watch. Whether it is a short or long layover I have to endure, I try to stop and check out my fellow travelers. I honestly don’t think you can find a better slice of our world today than by watching the movement through an airport concourse. Preppies, jocks, knuckleheads, weirdos, businessmen, foreigners, regulars and newbies….this airport has them all.

This week while I was traveling, I once again spent some time at the airport gallery and noticed that there is one kind of traveler that I love to see more than any other, kids.