The first candle is lit. It is calm in house. I'm having the rest of the Christmas porridge and a warm cup of tea. The saffron buns are all gone loooong ago...
I'm reflecting upon the fact that my favorite time of the year is here. The advents chandelier is filled with moss and my crocheted mushrooms. My patchwork Christmas runner has found its place on my kitchen table... First of advent is special for me, this is the time when I feel the closest to my Swedish inheritance. And because of that advent is also special to my children.
I might not be the best of keeping ALL the Swedish traditions alive as an expat married to a man of different nationality, and although my children might not SPEAK Swedish to me anymore, they all listen when I read the Swedish Christmas rhymes and stories and they do hum along in the Christmas songs. And the fact that Luca Bo asked permission to start the Christmas decorations early the other day shows that after all I have given them traditions. He knows when Christmas is "supposed" to start in this home.
I realize I've managed well, although I sometimes doubt my efforts. My children already have the Swedish Christmas traditions in their heart and soul. And our own modified Christmas traditions will continue to live with them. They will all have an advent chandelier on their table when they grow up.I'm sure. My Swedish roots are not all forgotten.