Here's a random musing for your Friday. I don't think I like Easter. Which I am pretty sure qualifies me for Worst Mom of the Year. And someone will probably kick me out of church on Sunday, too.
But let me explain- or justify. I just finished my second Easter egg hunt in as many days.
The spiritual aspect of Easter I like very much. It's such a powerful thing- the thought of the Crucifixion. Then the very empowering vision of Christ rising from the grave 3 days later. There are moving songs that literally give me chills when I hear them. That part of Easter I like. Actually, that part of Easter I love.
New clothes and pretty shoes are hard to argue with for any occassion, so that part I'm cool with. My son in a sport coat melts my heart. My son all dolled up in a madras plaid polo, crisp khakis and a sport coat. Well, that makes my ovaries hurt just a little. Don't worry, it goes away with the Mimosas at Easter brunch.
But here's where it goes awry- grown men dressed as a bunny and plastic eggs that will not stay closed worth a darn. How did we end up with that? Seriously, how in the heck did this get started? And why, oh why, do we keep doing it? Scary thing is, I truly don't know why we do it but I'll bet you ten bucks one or both of my kids do.
I'm a crafty kind of mom. We are all about decortaing trees and homemade Valentine cards and carving pumpkins, etc. etc. etc. Even I don't like to color Easter eggs. Does anyone have a child who actually likes to do it? Mine like to for oh, about 3 eggs. Then they're done and I have to color the 3 dozen that are left. It's messy and ruins everything. Don't even get me started on the candy eggs. My mother used to freeze them every year and make us hunt the same ones over and over again. Folks, going to therapy could be my full time job.
And plastic eggs. Oh for pete's sake I think plastic eggs are from satan himself. I do not care for plastic eggs.
So, there's my random thought for today. But watch out, because my little holiday rant is far from over. Next up : Make Sure the Egg Hunt is Fair ( No Matter that Life Ain't) and Don't Leave Home Without Your Camo Windsock Made For Egg Gathering.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Shout Out To Peter Cottontail
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2 comments:
I DID freeze those horrible eggs, didn't I. Oh, well, youall hated the taste of them any way. In my defense, we DID color real eggs every year though. Ha-Ha
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LOL - I can't believe you guys had to hunt the same ones every year. We would dye them them, hunt them, and they would always get mushed. And I was a total brat, I only liked chocolate Easter egss...no Peeps for me. I guess I'm going to have to brush up on my Easter egg dying/hunting skills for next year...except I'm pretty sure an 8-month old might not be too into Easter. :)
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