by Amber Fricke
I am one of those people who goes a little crazy over holidays.
One of my favorite pastimes is perusing the clearance aisles of craft stores for discounted decorations, and I can find a cookie that needs baking for just about every holiday. The selecting of a Christmas tree is very serious to me and the first fight my fiance’, Ben, and I got into was about whether or not we’d tell our hypothetical children the Santa secret. And while it’s true that I grew up practicing the Christian holiday traditions, I’m pretty sure I could get into decorating for Hanukkah, dancing at Kwanzaa and cooking for Passover, too.
As this Easter approaches, I find myself a little apprehensive to turn the holiday planning over to my future in-laws. I have no doubt that Easter in Fort Worth will be great, but chances are Ben’s family won’t wake up at 6am in time for sunrise service on the beach (I mean, honestly, this is Texas. What beach?) The adults in his family probably aren’t as eager to compete in a giant Easter egg hunt or play barefoot softball at the park before a picnic dinner. And for a minute, thinking about those changes makes me a little sad.
But when the nostalgic moments pass, the true importance of all the holiday traditions still shines through–family. When it comes down to it, the picnic dinner isn’t the important part–the people surrounding the blanket are. I can guarantee you that the families staying at the Ronald McDonald House this Easter are doing things a little differently than they have in past years. I’m sure they never counted on doctors and nurses playing such a large role in their celebrations, and while dinner in the House dining room is pretty great, it still isn’t the same as eating at their kitchen table. But the important thing is that they can be together, that RMHC Austin helps provide that opportunity for people with children who are hospitalized over the holidays. I am thankful to be able to spend holidays with family, whether that family is back in Florida or here in Texas. I know that the families staying at the House are thankful for the same thing.
And to be honest, who likes beach sand in their ham anyway?