Preserving Traditions

Every family has its traditions, and most families work hard at creating happy memories through them. Children find security in routine, and part of that is revisiting traditions, “… because we always go there… always visit them… always do that…”

Just as children love to read and reread the same story book, they also love to repeat times of family togetherness. When our kids were growing up, they’d ask, “Are we going back to Afterglow this summer?”

What they were really asking was, “Are we the same family we were last year? Does everybody still love everybody else?” Establishing and repeating traditions is a first-rate family stabilizer.

Wednesday we traveled 475 miles to Afterglow Lake in the Wisconsin Northwoods to resurrect a week of family traditions and togetherness. Although we vacationed here for 25 summers in a row, we stopped visiting the year we bought our own summer cottage in Michigan, nine years ago. I’ll never forget the unsettled looks on our kids’ faces when we told them we wouldn’t be returning to Afterglow after that. Their objections were so strong we had to bottom-line the discussion with, “…at least for now.” Well-established family traditions don’t die without a fight, which proves their worth.

God has valuable family traditions, too. As his children we eagerly participate and are thankful for his consistency in these. When we take part in prayer and Scripture reading, we’re joining in on his well established traditions, put in place for our benefit. He’s also invited us to take part in the tradition of attending church with other believers, something else that benefits us with the gifts of fresh understanding and insight. God’s faithfulness in keeping his traditions is a tribute to his perfect character.

The Nyman traditions have never been on as high a plane as the Lord’s, of course, but some of the family-stabilizing ones we’ve loved most have been connected with the warmth and joy of past Afterglow vacations. For example, one favorite tradition born here was “Ice Cream for Dinner Night.” We’d all get good and hungry, and then pile into the station wagon for a big meal at Eagle River’s elaborate, old-fashioned ice cream parlor.

Round One might be a sundae or banana split, Round Two a malt or float. Only the brave went for Round Three, which could have been a loaded waffle cone with sprinkles as we walked out the door. The result of all this sugary goodness was sweet memories.

When we count traditions as important, in a way we’re modeling what God does for us as he demonstrates parenting perfection by being faithful to his own supernatural traditions. When we participate in these, he’s answering our question,  “Do you still love us, Lord?” By challenging us with Scripture, teaching us in church and answering our prayers, he’s saying, “Yes!”

So the next time we’re tempted to let a tradition go because it’s too much trouble or because obstacles get in our way, we should think twice and persevere. Our families will grow through these regular customs and experience a small sample of the security we feel as children of our tradition-oriented heavenly Father.

And now… what will I order first at the ice cream parlor?

“Every year, [Jesus’] parents went to Jerusalem for the Feast of the Passover.” (Luke 2:41)

A Rare Treat

I am a devotee of big families. Although people thought we were crazy to have seven children in this day and age, to us life seemed better with so many kids in the house. True, stress levels could rise quickly, but that’s life in most households. Contrary to logic, though, having seven children was oftentimes easier than one or two. By the time the younger ones came on the scene, the older ones could be a genuine help.

For example, after I taught the first two to tie their shoes, I never taught another. The older ones did it. By the time the first one could drive, we had another person to help with the carpool. And in a public place, the older ones knew instinctively to keep track of the younger. So the truth about big families is that seven children is not seven times the work of one. They are, however, seven times the joy.

As big families grow and change, there is one chronic problem though. It becomes more and more difficult to get them all assembled in the same place at the same time. Our seven, plus two spouses and five grandbabies, live in distant locations with thousands of miles separating them from each other and me. Jobs, budget considerations and other commitments inhibit frequent travel, and when we do succeed in getting together, it’s a rare treat.

When Hans, Katy and their three little people arrived out of nowhere yesterday (actually out of England), it was the surprise to top all surprises. I’m still savoring the joy of that heart-warming reunion. It quickly became evident we needed to get the last one of us from distant Iowa north to Afterglow a.s.a.p!

Tonight we motored from this small Northwoods town of several hundred people to a larger town of several thousand. When we pulled up to the airport curb where we were invited to idle and wait (how different from Chicago’s airports!), we watched Birgitta’s propeller plane land very close to where we sat.

Our reunion was joy-filled as her arrival completed the family circle. My mother-heart warmed, knowing our family of 15 would be tucked in under the same roof tonight, a rare treat, now that so many have grown and flown.

I thought of how none of us would have been at Afterglow Lake this week, had Nate not passed away last fall. If he was still with us, his work schedule and debilitating back issues would have kept us from making the trip. It’s also remarkable that three family members who were not with us when Nate was, are here at Afterglow this week. There have been many changes, with more to come.

Life is moving forward, and time is sweeping us all along, tugging us away from the past and into the future. Our family is different without the husband and father we loved, but there is no choice but to become a new whole.

God subtracted one, added three, and this week we are reveling in being together… just as the Lord designed our changing family to be, at least for now.

“I the Lord do not change . So you, O descendants. . . are not destroyed.”  (Malachi 3:6)

SURPRISE!

 

Packing, loading and finally pulling away from the house to leave for vacation can be a stress-filled, never-ending project. Even when climbing in the car, people hop out and say, “Oh! Just one more thing!” or “Oops! I forgot something!” or “Wait just a second!”

This morning was no exception as we tried to get away by 9:00 AM with two vehicles packed to the ceiling and two little ones needing constant consideration. Every adult heaves a huge sigh of relief after finally buckling their seat belts and saying, “OK! Let’s go!”

Some families are disciplined enough to set alarms for pre-dawn vacation starts, arriving at their destination in daylight with enough time to enjoy most of that first rental day. Our family has a poor track record in this department, often arriving after midnight as a result of lengthy, complicated starts. We did well today, starting our engines by 9:45.

 

When we turned into the long, familiar driveway of Afterglow Lake Resort, we were gratified to see it hadn’t changed much. But as we walked into the same house we’d rented for so many years, I got the surprise of a lifetime. Standing in the living room and grinning from ear to ear were Hans and Katy Nyman… all the way from England!

I gasped to see them and couldn’t hold back the tears! How did they pull that off? With three children under two, they secretly flew the eight hours to Chicago, found someone to pick them up at the airport and keep them overnight until it was time to start our week in the Northwoods, found someone willing to loan them a car, and then found their way here. And this they did with three babies who are still operating six time zones away.

I was flabbergasted! As we all gathered around the giant dining table over pizza, the details of their decision came to light. They’d thought of all of us together without them and made the decision to join us just two days before they came. Katy creatively called upon pals and her mom to help her pull it all together in a hurry, and then they came! Thanks to Katy’s resourcefulness when the twins were newborns, they already had American passports by three months of age, allowing them to make this traveling decision with the snap of a finger. And special blessing goes to Mary and Bervin for doing the airport shuttle, providing overnight housing and the borrowed car. I’m still speechless, six hours after the fact!

The only thing running through my mind is, “God is good!”

Underneath all the arranging, packing, traveling and arriving were the arms of a loving Father, firmly holding our wounded family in his tender hands. He allowed Nate to succumb to cancer for a separate set of important reasons, but in the mean time has been faithfully carrying the rest of us through these difficult weeks and months with blessings exactly when needed. He knows what we can bear and holds the limit beneath that maximum. And when a special boost is needed, he orchestrates it to come at just the right time, wrapped with a ribbon of joy.

Now all we have to do is figure out a way to pluck Birgitta from the University of Iowa and move her 500 miles north to join the rest of us. If that works, the impossible will have happened: all 15 of us together at Afterglow Lake, our favorite vacation place.

 

“The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms.” (Deuteronomy 33:27)