When my kids were younger, I didn’t have to think twice about holiday plans. We were all under the same roof, and no matter what, I knew we’d be together.
Now that they’re older, with their own packed schedules, carving out that family time is…different. Let’s just say, I don’t take it for granted anymore. And while there’s a bittersweet edge to the changing dynamics, I’ve found a few ways to make this season meaningful—even if it’s not as “picture perfect” as it used to be.
Here are some things I’m doing to make family time happen with my adult kids. Spoiler alert: Flexibility, quality time, and a little bit of surrender are key.
In my dream scenario, the holidays would still be all of us cozied up around the table on the exact holiday itself. But with adult kids, it’s not always possible. They have jobs, school, relationships, and their own traditions in the making. And over the years I’ve come to realize, if I’m going to have meaningful time with them, I’ve got to loosen my grip on the “holiday day.”
This year, I’ve decided that if we need to celebrate Thanksgiving on a Saturday morning with a family brunch, so be it. I’m learning to appreciate that time together is time together, whether it’s turkey and stuffing on a Thursday or pancakes and bacon over the weekend. What really matters is that we’re sitting together, connecting, and catching up. I’ve found that letting go of a set holiday day opens up new possibilities for us to make memories in a way that works for everyone’s life.
It used to be all about packing in as much time as possible. But with adult kids, I’ve learned that quality matters more than quantity. So now, I look for ways to make every moment we get together meaningful. One-on-one conversations, cooking together, and even a movie night can be just as impactful as an elaborate family dinner.
This holiday, I’m thinking about planning a few “smaller” activities that don’t need days of prep but create those moments of genuine connection. A simple game night, a cozy morning coffee, or a long walk in the crisp fall air can be more memorable than a rushed, high-stakes dinner. And believe me, I’ve found that sometimes the less I try to orchestrate every detail, the more we all relax and just enjoy being together.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that tradition doesn’t have to mean “the way we’ve always done it.” Let’s be honest—families change. My kids have grown, and they’ve brought new people into our lives: partners, friends, and all their personalities, opinions, and histories. The truth is, it’s taken me a while to warm up to letting go of old traditions and opening up to new ones. But I’ve found that embracing their suggestions, or even having them each “host” a part of the day, gives them a sense of belonging and ownership.
This year, I’m thinking about asking each of them to bring a dish or suggest an activity that’s special to them. Who knows? Maybe we’ll add a new game, recipe, or ritual to the holiday that will mean as much to us in five or ten years as our old traditions do now.
I’ll admit it: I used to be so focused on my to-do list that I didn’t always stop to capture moments. These days, I’m trying to take a breath and pick up the camera now and then, not for the “perfect photo,” but just to save those bits of time we’ll want to remember. Not every picture has to be staged and flawless—sometimes it’s the random snapshots that end up meaning the most. I want to look back and remember not just the fancy gatherings, but also the laughter, the expressions, and those imperfect little moments that make family time special.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get emotional about these changes. It’s tough realizing that my “little family” isn’t the same as it used to be. I’d be lying if I said it was easy to let go of the idea that they’d always need me around in the same way. And honestly, I feel every one of those feelings—especially now, in my sobriety.
But here’s what I’m learning: If I take care of myself, if I allow myself some breathing room and self-compassion, I can show up as the mom I want to be. I don’t have to pressure myself to create the “perfect holiday” to prove I’m a good mom. This year, I’m trying to focus on my own peace, and I’m going to lean into the moments we do have together, without worrying about making everything look picture-perfect. Sometimes the greatest gift I can give my kids (and myself) is a joyful, present, and relaxed version of me.
I know I’m not the only one who feels a bit of bittersweetness as the holidays roll around. If you’re a parent of adult kids, or even if your family dynamics have shifted in other ways, I get it. The holidays aren’t the same as they once were, but that doesn’t mean they’re any less meaningful. It just means we have to get a little creative and a lot more open to change.
So here’s to making the most of whatever time we get with our families this season. Here’s to letting go of rigid expectations and embracing what’s real, and here’s to finding peace and joy, even if it looks a little different than it used to.
I’d love to know: How are you planning your family time with adult kids this season? Any new traditions you’re trying? Let’s share some ideas and support each other through these holiday shifts!