I have a little secret. Well, maybe it’s not a secret because I mentioned it on Twitter, but I do not like Easter.
Let me clarify, I don’t like the way Easter is celebrated.
First off, eggs and candy are two things I can live without. I’m not a huge fan of sweets and eggs…ohmygoodness…I can eat them maybe two ways and only if I don’t think about it. They make me want to hurl. And the whole rabbit hiding everything is a little ridiculous, even for someone who tells their kids crazy tales like me. I just don’t like it. At least a fat man sneaking into your house while you sleep to leave you gifts is a little more plausible.
We hide eggs for the kids. They get one very small gift in their baskets, and that’s it. I don’t even make a special dinner. I don’t like dying the eggs. I don’t like hiding them. I feel like if I am going to hide something I need to do it really well. You want that sparkly pink egg full of candy? Then you have to work for it.
David says I am an Easter Grinch. And I am. I do not deny it.
I also don’t understand why Easter has basically become a second Christmas or birthday with parents buying their kids gazillions of presents. The only reason our kids get a small gift is because David received a little something as a kid. I understand we love our kids and, sure, we want any excuse we can to spoil them…but really?
I’d be perfectly happy skipping the whole holiday, but the kids do love it. They had a lot of fun running around searching for all the hidden food, and Irelyn even re-hid the empty, plastic eggs so they could all have another go at it.
I’ve tried to figure out where Easter went wrong for me, but I can’t. I don’t have a good reason. My first Easter (which I don’t remember, of course) was spent at my grandparents’ house in “the valley.” They had someone come over in a pink Easter bunny costume. It scared me. There are pictures of me screaming. The only other two Easters I really remember are the one where my sister stepped on a bee while we were looking for eggs in the yard and the one where my Grandmother told me there was no Santa Claus.
Heh…maybe I do some reasons not to like Easter.
Nevertheless, I hope you had a wonderful Easter and were able to surround yourself with all the people you love.