Every parent reaches a point where they feel overwhelmed, often leading to a bold declaration that aims to enforce order. This was precisely what transpired during Christmas 1983 in my family.
My five siblings and I, blissfully unaware, were about to encounter what our mother, Linda, termed her “Shock and Awe” approach to sibling rivalry. With our distinct personalities frequently colliding, our household often resembled a battleground, where petty disputes required constant mediation. Each child staunchly defended their position, knowing that if Mom couldn’t discern the culprit, all of us would face consequences.
That Christmas morning, Linda was resolute in her quest to quell the ongoing squabbles, even if it was just for a fleeting moment. With a firm voice, she announced that we wouldn’t be receiving any gifts until we shared something kind about one another. The collective groans and eye rolls from us didn’t faze her. She was prepared to wait all day if necessary.
According to Mom, the compliments emerged slowly, lacking depth. We were more focused on the presents that lay before us than on truly connecting. Eventually, she and Dad relented, allowing us to unwrap our gifts since we had technically complied with her request, and that Christmas proceeded as usual.
However, this wasn’t the end of Linda’s innovative approach. The following year, she reiterated her demand but emphasized the need for sincerity this time. We eagerly anticipated what each of us would say. By the third year, we were ready. In the lead-up to Christmas, we noted each other’s acts of kindness or achievements, ensuring we had more than one compliment to share during gift-opening.
Gradually, expressing kindness became second nature. Mom beamed with pride as she listened to our heartfelt praises. These moments became the highlight of our family Christmas gatherings, a time when we could openly share what we often neglect to express throughout the year.
Laughter erupted as inside jokes and memorable anecdotes from the year were woven into our kind words. Tears were not uncommon, as both the recipient and the giver often found themselves touched by the overwhelming love that permeated our loud, chaotic family. This annual tradition served as a poignant reminder of our resilience as a family, despite our differences.
Now, as adults with families of our own, my siblings and I are scattered across the country. We encounter far fewer opportunities for conflict and have learned to appreciate each other’s quirks. Perhaps this is thanks to Linda, who taught us to focus on the good rather than the irritating. She instilled in us the value of looking one another in the eye and having genuine conversations. We learned that disagreement doesn’t preclude sincere admiration. Thanks, Mom.
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In summary, what began as a punishment during the Christmas of 1983 has transformed into a cherished family tradition, reinforcing our bonds and reminding us of the importance of kindness.