In a few more sleeps the Easter Bunny will be stopping by. That’s if the rain melts away enough snow so that she can find our house. I haven’t really prepared this year like I have in the past. But I have a couple of days to get organized so I am sure I will find my bunny ears in time.
I love Easter more than Christmas. It’s less maddening, and a lot more fun because my kids enjoy hunting for treasures. And not to worry, my boys also know the Bible stories that are associated with Easter. They made some pretty cool resurrection cookies at church last week.
But in their early years of being chocolate monsters I did not feel like I could adequetely explain that Jesus died and then came back to life without there being way too many questions. So Good Friday became “Do a Good Deed Day.” Our good deed on Holy Friday has always been picking up litter along the trails leading up to their school. This clean up helps to develop their community spirit. This same area then becomes the hunting ground where “the dads” hide over 500 plastic eggs.
I used to have another momma and friend helping me with this eggstravaganza. She has since moved away and is really missed. But one of my fondest of memories is of the two of us drinking wine and filling the eggs with tickets for gifts at the store that my friend had set up in her basement. Jesus seemed like a pretty cool guy so I think he would approve of the wine right?
We always invited more kids to come and we would decorate cookies, cupcakes, play games, and then hunt for eggs. The tickets inside got traded in for fun crafts and typical spring toys like chaulk, skipping ropes and sand castle buckets. The year we moved to Ontario I knew my kids would miss Easter with their friends the absolute most.
Thank God for the Bunny (Easter 2011)
Dear Dr Dyer,
Well, it’s that time of year again, time to celebrate Jesus and his sidekick the Easter Bunny! I will never understand how this important Bible story got associated with a chocolate bunny but hey, who am I to judge? The bunny is a great distraction for all of us right now. But with that being said, my boys are missing home in Nova Scotia more than ever. Easter is bigger than Christmas for us. My semester of studying the passion plays has rubbed off me I think. I prefer to celebrate this time of year more so than any other. Just as they did in Medieval times. I can’t wait until my kids are old enough to learn about Corpus Christi. But I am getting off topic at the thought of liturgical drama. I am a bit of a geek when it comes to this subject.
Or maybe I am just trying to ignore the overwhelming pain I am feeling. It is becoming increasingly difficult to ignore how uncomfortable and sick my dad really is these days. Every day is worse than the other. But I know more than anything that he would like his grandchildren to have a great Easter. When I told him about our Easter celebrations back in Nova Scotia he thought that the boys should still have a great hunt and gave mom and I money to pick up the necessary supplies.
We didn’t buy our usual 500 plastic eggs though, only 30 or so for each of them. We wanted to make the hunt last longer than 2 minutes. We did our good deed on Friday and cleaned the path to the school. It was not suitable to do the hunt there like back home but it was still important for them to participate in doing a nice thing.
While they were picking up litter my Mom hid the eggs at my brothers place. Dad managed to last a few minutes outside to watch the boys look for their eggs. Their excitement made him smile. Afterwards we opened eggs, baked cookies and then prepared for an Easter weekend at a cousins cottage up north. The break was needed for all of us. I needed to get away with my husband, the kids needed a change of scenery and Dad needed some time to rest and to be miserable without having his grand kids watch. When they are around he has to fight to hide his agony.
It’s getting harder now. I want the boys to spend time with their poppy but his energy is very low because his pain is very high. It’s time to prepare our boys for what feels like an impossible situation. The weekend away was about giving my kids some extraordinary fun before preparing them for the truth of our situation.
I brought your book Change Your Thoughts, Change Your Life with me on the ride to the cottage. Reading your words helped me find the strengh I needed to continue on. The Easter bunny also helped in her own magical way. Celebrating life after death is something I am going to have to get used too in the days to come it seems.
“Your children will see what you’re all about by what you live rather than what you say.”