I have survived yet another holiday that I am supposed to make magical for my children. It gets a little tiring trying to keep up with all this magical holiday business.
I am fine with celebrating most of the actual holidays (I’m just going to say it – Valentine’s Day is stupid). The problem I have is I have no idea what I am supposed to be doing to observe said holiday so that my children are not the weird ones.
We celebrated things growing up – we weren’t part of a religion that doesn’t observe holidays or a counterculture hippie family (I wish!) or anything like that. But we moved a lot. So we never really had the chance to become a part of a community and the common traditions they might have.
For example… Am I supposed to be hiding Easter eggs for my children? My parents never did that. I can only think of one or two Easter egg hunts I ever attended in my whole life up until I had kids. Is this a new thing or something I totally missed out on when I was growing up? We had an Easter basket waiting for us on Easter morning with some candy in it. And sometimes a little stuffed bunny or other small novelty. And then we went to church and had Easter dinner. THE END.
So, if I were to only replicate my own experiences for my children, I would be dousing them with sugar AND I would have to cook. Fail on both accounts.
And my husband is no help – he claims the only thing they did for Easter when he was growing up was spend Holy Week at the beach. Fail, again. (Unfortunately.)
Which leaves me looking at my own community to try to figure this out.
My daughter’s school has an egg hunt every year, so I don’t really have to do anything there but bring the requested items and show up. So that helps. But this year they specifically asked for candy to put in the eggs instead of trinkets, so that was a bit of a problem since I don’t really give my kiddos candy.
Easter morning we went to church (though we barely made it on time, ahem), so that’s helpful. I’m not always great at conveying the right message when it comes to these religious holidays, and I like for church to be part of my children’s traditions. But as we were leaving church, the kids all got Easter eggs with candy in them. Hrrrmmm…. Still not crazy about the candy (ironic, given my name, right?).
So because I felt like all my children’s friends would receive Easter baskets with a bunch of candy, and I didn’t want them to feel left out, I gave them each a little gift basket with a dvd, hair bows, a sock monkey, and sidewalk chalk. To make up for the lack of candy.
I mean the Easter Bunny gave it to them.
So, in review, I let my children believe they received a gift from an imaginary animal, who somehow got in to our house. A gift with a bunch of cool stuff in it that took me a long time to pick out because I didn’t want to give them candy. But I actually included Peeps because I didn’t want them to feel like they got ripped off. Or left out.
I mean the Easter Bunny didn’t want them to feel ripped off or left out. Wait, is that what I mean? Maybe it was Jesus who didn’t want them to feel left out. There has to be a tie in somewhere, right?
Do you see why this is so confusing for me?
And I haven’t even mentioned that I have to throw out all the eggs we dyed because I didn’t cook them long enough. Blurg. Is there a manual for this job?
|Hilarity ensuing for some reason or another on Easter morning.|