The Joy in Holding on Tight
The other day, I was eating lunch and flipping through the latest issue of Southern Living. Yes, I still receive it in print form—though I’m not entirely sure how the subscription began. And no, I don’t live in the South. But I found myself captivated by Mary Laura Philpott’s article, The Joy of Letting Go.
In her beautifully written piece, she reflects on how holiday traditions and decorations evolve as life changes, particularly when the kids leave home. She talks about finding joy in letting go—releasing the need to hold on to every handmade ornament or the whimsical Elf on the Shelf rituals. It was poignant and lovely, and yet, as I read, I felt a bittersweet pang.
While I wholeheartedly agree with the message, imagining a future where there’s no 6:00 a.m. rush to open presents or no giggles over the elf's latest shenanigans leaves me a little wistful. The thought of waking up at 10:30 a.m. on Christmas morning and leisurely eating breakfast sounds serene, but it also feels like it would lack the sparkle that comes with the chaos of little feet pattering and excited squeals filling the air.
I know there’s wisdom in the Instagram analogy about why the rearview mirror is smaller than the windshield—it’s there to remind us to focus on what’s ahead rather than what’s behind. But I can’t help wondering if Philpott herself didn’t shed a tear or two as she boxed up a now-deformed, painted ornament or parted with the traditions that once brought her joy.
When that inevitable season of life comes for me, I hope I’ll look back with a full heart. I hope I’ll be able to reminisce on all the moments when the kids were little—the crafts, the chaos, the magic—with a smile. My wish is to feel fortunate for having recognized those moments as they unfolded and to know I was fully present for them.
But for now, I’m choosing to hit pause. Instead of glancing at the rearview mirror or anxiously looking ahead through the windshield, I want to park right here. This year, I want to soak in all the joy this season brings and savor every moment.
No matter what stage of life you’re in, I think we can all agree that holiday traditions hold a special place in our hearts. They evolve, but they’re a comforting constant in the ever-changing rhythm of life. Here are a few of my favorites that I hope will grow and adapt with our family in the years to come:
Decorating the tree together: From selecting the perfect tree to untangling lights and hanging ornaments, it’s always a family affair.
Baking together: Whether it’s cookies for Santa or treats for friends and neighbors, the kitchen is always full of laughter (and flour everywhere).
Christmas Eve traditions: Church service, followed by opening a new pair of pajamas and a fresh book to read by the fire.
Christmas morning biscuits and gravy: My aunt’s famous recipe has become a holiday staple (I’ve included it below for you to try!).
Board games and hot chocolate: The perfect way to wind down after the excitement of the morning.
As you move through this holiday season, I encourage you to find your “parking space.” Embrace the joy of the traditions you hold dear, and let yourself be fully present in the memories you’re creating.
Wishing you a season full of warmth, love, and laughter.
Happy holidays,
Katie Marie
What are some of your favorite holiday traditions, new or old? Let me know in the comments.
Have a wonderful weekend and as always, happy reading.
-Katie Marie
