Tales of Easters Past
Easter for me as a kid meant frilly dresses, poofy hats, and little gloves for my hands. I remember one year in particular a yellow dress, white hat, gloves and a purse. The weather that year was beautiful and sunny so we hunted our eggs outside.
Growing up I never could quite figure out how the Easter Bunny made it to my house to hide eggs when my family and I went to church that morning. As I became older, I really started to question the ability of that bunny and it wasn’t until years later when I had my own children was the secret of the eggs shared with me.
For my children and my husband and I, Easter is far more low key. There aren’t big family dinners dressed in our Sunday best. We take the holiday much slower and remember the meaning of the day more than we put into the preparation and public celebration of the day.
While I did revel in every moment of planning baskets when the kids were younger (and there were fewer of them), I tend to keep things simpler than my parents did. Small baskets with a few of our favorite candies, a chocolate bunny for each child (that is a tradition; everyone gets a chocolate bunny), and a small trinket or item that’s personal just for them in their basket.
I remember my baskets as being bigger, more elaborate with toys when I was a young girl, but maybe that’s because I was younger. I don’t see a need for that today though. The kids get what they want or need regardless of a holiday.
I consider growing up and learning how our parents shared their secrets for Easter as a part of the Easter tradition. While things have changed drastically for us, it seems that one thing still remains the same, its togetherness and family that matters most at Easter.