It was Easter last Sunday. This is still Easter week, so we can go around celebrating. I know we have enough Easter candy to last at least a month in our house.<\/p>\n
Easter is many things, but it’s also about being with family. The holiday traditions that we enjoyed as kids, and that I get to prepare for my own child.<\/p>\n
We all went to church. And my child was not at all pleased with how long church was taking. She made all kinds of noise, and when I asked her not to stop, but to whisper, she gave me a narrow eyed glare.<\/p>\n
She wanted to do the egg hunt.<\/p>\n
Foolish parents that we are, we did not do the egg hunt before church. It was not an egg hunt at all, really. We hid candy, because we didn’t want to have cheap plastics items bouncing around the house. We preferred consumable goods.<\/p>\n
It was pretty great to be with my family, even though she was being a little pill. Veronica was excited about finding her candy, and very generous with sharing.<\/p>\n
Chris and me like the peanut butter ones. She doesn’t.<\/p>\n
It works nicely.<\/p>\n
The thing about Easter is supposed to celebrate the birth part of the cycle of life. Eggs and baby bunnies and chickens.<\/p>\n
But don’t forget the Christian story, which is more directly about death and rebirth.<\/p>\n
The thing about Easter with family is that there is a range of ages. Some people are a lot further along the spectrum of life, so as to be closer to death.<\/p>\n
And even though my daughter, as the youngest, was the focus of the holiday. Egg hunt for HER. New dress for HER.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s important for us to remember to celebrate the oldest, too. I miss Chris’s grandmother from our celebration. She was a dear woman, and she is not with us.<\/p>\n
Her version of rebirth is not resurrection. It is us.<\/p>\n
Veronica, who put on the pink bunny ears and complained both that the eggs were hidden too easy and then too hard, is grandmother’s rebirth.<\/p>\n
It’s pretty good to be all together, and remember our traditions and who we are. We belong with each other. And that helps me remember that I also belong in the other less familiar parts of my life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It was Easter last Sunday. This is still Easter week, so we can go around celebrating. I know we have enough Easter candy to last at least a month in our house. Easter is many things, but it’s also about … Continue reading