My mother lit candles every Friday night, as did my grandmothers and all my aunts. Staying up late to watch the candles burn down was part of many a Friday night throughout my childhood.
But that was a different time. As I moved out on my own, jobs and family commitments filled Friday nights and the candle ritual became a part of special occasions only.
So I don’t light them as often but when I do, on holidays, it makes the room feel more like home.