Every mother has that moment when she feels she can’t take it anymore. Often, it leads to an unexpected decision or declaration, one that usually results in the desired outcome. That was certainly the case during Christmas in 1983.
My five siblings and I were blissfully unaware that we were about to witness our mom’s unique take on discipline. Growing up, our varied personalities often clashed, leading to countless petty disputes that Mom tirelessly mediated. Each of us was quick to defend our position, knowing that if she couldn’t figure out who was at fault, we would all face consequences.
Determined to create a peaceful holiday, Mom declared that we wouldn’t be allowed to open our presents until we each said something nice to one another. The groans and eye-rolls that followed didn’t deter her. Mom was ready to sit there all day if necessary. As she recalls, our initial attempts at compliments were basic at best. We avoided eye contact, more focused on the beautifully wrapped gifts on our laps than on each other.
Eventually, Mom and Dad relented and allowed us to open our gifts that Christmas morning. Still, this wouldn’t be the last we heard of Mom’s idea. The following year, she insisted on genuine compliments, creating an air of anticipation about what we would say. By the third year, we were ready. We made a point to note kind gestures and achievements throughout the year, and when it was time to exchange compliments, we had plenty of heartfelt words to share.
As time passed, expressing kindness became second nature. Mom beamed with pride as we gathered in the living room, each of us taking turns to share what we appreciated about one another. Those moments became the highlight of our Christmas celebrations, filled with laughter, inside jokes, and sometimes even tears. The tears weren’t just from the recipient of the kind words, but also from the giver, overwhelmed by the love that binds our lively family.
Now, as adults with families of our own scattered across the country, our opportunities for argument are much fewer. We’ve learned to embrace our differences and enjoy each other’s company. Perhaps it’s because Mom taught us to focus on the good in each other, to genuinely communicate, and to understand that we can disagree yet still appreciate one another. Thanks, Mom.
This beloved family tradition, born out of a moment of frustration, has turned into a cherished ritual that reminds us of our strength and unity.
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Summary:
What began as a Christmas punishment in 1983 transformed into a cherished family tradition. Over the years, the simple act of saying something nice evolved into a heartfelt ritual that strengthens our family bonds and fosters appreciation, laughter, and love.