When this little princess showed me her mother's rosary, she shared that it would be passed down to her as she gently cradled the nest of pearls. I wish now that I had captured her expression as she smiled down upon the treasure she held in her little gloved hands. She knew the value of the rosary, for what it meant, yes, however, more so because as the first born daughter, it would be passed down to her, an invaluable tradition.
Later, I pulled into my garage as I quickly did a mental run down of what needed to be done as soon as I opened my car door, like every other parent in America. And then? I remembered this child's look as she held her mother's rosary, and it got me thinking about taking pause for tradition. What is your tradition?