Christina Montoya Fiedler: It's been a long time since anyone in my family has believed in the Easter Bunny, Santa, Cupid, the Great Pumpkin, or any other holiday-related character actually. And that's mostly because every cousin is over 12 years of age, or just wise beyond their years. But, now that there is a baby in the family, there is a certain spark, a certain magic that has seeped back in to every holiday.
Take for instance, Easter. Colorful eggs, brimming baskets and fluffy stuffed bunnies, have never seemed so necessary as they did this year. Why? The presence of a bright, young, new life will put anyone in a happy holiday mood.
The true meaning of family and love is just more evident with a drooling, smiling face proclaiming the union of two people a success. Each arm that caresses his chubby little body is reminded of new hopes and dreams for the future of our family. The simple things are appreciated instead of overlooked, as they often are by older generations: The smell of baking ham, the delightfulness of your grandmother's Spanish rice, and stories that you've heard a thousands times before.
At least for me, it's a chance to see a bit into my own past and what it must have been like running around at my grandmother's house on holidays, experiencing a joy that only a young child could. Now I know that my son is only a few years off from experiencing the same excitement. My husband and I have come to the realization that having a child of your own puts a new perspective on every aspect of your life no matter how small.
Aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents and great grandparents, whether they know it or not, are all contributing special bits and pieces into my son's collective memory of childhood and holidays will be the most important of them all.
This year, I doubt he'll remember sitting on the lawn, pulling out blades of grass with his fingers and his toes while his Great Grandpa looked on and laughed. I do know that this is something I will remember forever, the happiness that a new life brings to each day for so many people.
Next up ... Fourth of July.
|Christina Montoya Fiedler resides in Los Angeles, CA, with husband Andy and her son Joseph. She juggles baby and work from home as a freelance publicist and attributes her strong love for life and sense of humor to her loving familia.|