When the kid was born, I bought a book about favorite family traditions. I remember paging through it once. Just once. What I didn't realize when I first ordered the book, but intuitively knew with the first crack of the cover, is that memories are built on traditions.

Traditions are personal. You can't plan them, force them or bribe their way into your clan. You build them. The best traditions are the ones that spontaneously evolve because of who you and your family members are. They are not extracted from a book or a top 10 list. Instead, they are pure and simply - yours.

When it comes to traditions, some things take while others do not. My attempt at creating an annual outing to the Nutcracker crashed and burned before the end of act one when the husband and kid fell asleep. Dreaming of sugar plum fairies? I think not. The Advent box was a hit the first year but coming up with 25 different items, small enough to fit into tiny wooden boxes proved too much of a stressor for me after candy, pennies and toddler underwear and mini trinkets lost their kid-appeal. Bye, bye baby.

Here are a few traditions that did take or are in the making as I write this:

Silly Santa had a "brilliant" idea to leave clues around the house for the kid to find one of her larger gifts. The chase is still on - for presents and my creativity.
Morning brunch with sticky buns.
Find the eggplant .... ornament. We had a pickle, but it broke.
Movie gift card from Santa for a family movie on Christmas Day.
Peacock feather tree topper. Thinking she'd want something pink and frilly, I was pleasantly surprised when the 6-year old picked out this elegant tree topper.
Crab legs on Christmas Eve. Boiled in a big pot on a small burner on the back deck in the midst of a MN winter. It's the experience, dude.
Growing up, my brother, sister and I opened 1-2 gifts on Christmas Eve. The kid opens gifts from my family in New York on Christmas Eve.
Rudolph, Frosty or Ms. Claus always leave small gifts under the kid's Christmas Tree in her bedroom.
Waking up at home on Christmas morning and if we leave the house, not doing so until afternoon.

I remember the one year, after wrapping all of the toddler's presents, we asked her what she hoped Santa would bring. "Pink presents," she replied. Do you know how hard it was to find pink wrapping paper 2 days before Christmas?

Will any of this make up for missing St. Nick's visits or failing to engage with Elf on a Shelf? Yes. If not, I'll put a few extra dollars in the kid's counseling fund developed for her to use when she wants to right all of my parenting wrongs.

What's your favorite family tradition?

By: Lisa Rosendahl

I entered into a joint venture with the kid a few years ago and we created a blog, RaisingTarah.com. The writing has stopped but I can't bear to shut the site down until I find a way to make a book or something like that to save it for all eternity. Any ideas?Anyhow, I came across my post. This was written in 2010 and I am still asked the same question today.

I attended the Minnesota Bloggers Conference a few weeks ago. Many of the attendees blogged about their children or very personal subjects and the topic of privacy was a point of discussion throughout the day.

Privacy is a tough issue.

I recall talking to a neighbor about my kid going to daycare because I worked. I was feeling guilty and wondering if I was a "good" mom. What she said to me then still sticks with me now. She said, "good moms find good day care."

It's all about the choices we make.

Social media is here to stay. This "online world" was unknown to me 4-5 years ago. And I was a bit afraid. I knew that me being afraid of a world that I would have to guide my daughter through was unacceptable and would have to change.

I chose to immerse myself in social media.

A matter of paramount importance to me throughtout has been privacy. Privacy for myself is one thing and privacy for my daughter, Tarah, is another. Tarah is digitally distinct - not because of anything she's done, but because of things I've done.

I chose to expose my daughter to social media and to include her (and her face) in it.

Why would a parent put a child's face on a blog, school pictures on Facebook, or buy her her own domain? Why not? And I ask that not flippantly or throwing caution to the wind. Really, why not?

The "why not" for us is that it is one thing to be uniformed and afraid - it is another to be informed and aware. We, as a family, choose to be informed and aware. We are maneuvering through the web, the tools, and the changes carefully, thoughtfully and in a way that we feel is right for our family.

This may not be right for you. And that's ok. It don't agree with the clothes you let your daughter wear or the way you let her talk back to you, or the way you let your son skateboard through town on his own when he should be in bed or . . . but I digress.

We are not all going to agree on privacy, nor should we. What matters is that we, as parents, are making the choices that we feel are right for our family.

It's about choice. Privacy is personal. Only you can decide.