Thank you easter bunny!

When I think back to the easter Sundays of my childhood, a few things pop into my mind: family, ham, painted eggs and candy. I remember those Sundays as mostly enjoyable, filled with fun, smiles, and of course: chocolate. The easter bunny was pretty cool too ~ although I always found it strange that the bunny gave the same candy I would see in the grocery store ~I asked my parents: ‘who did the shopping for the easter bunny?’ – They answered that they were given a list by the easter bunny, that, since there were so many kids in the world, many parents had to buy the candy for the bunny-

…I smelled BS pretty early on.

My parents didn’t offer much in the way of explanation as to why people celebrate easter. From what I remember my dad would steer me over to my mom who would say ‘it has to do with jesus’ death and rising to heaven.’ Now, I remember this jesus character from a few attempts at making us kids sit through church and of course the Sundays my sister and I would walk to Sunday school: I couldn’t understand what all the hype was for, the guy was dead. Now my grandma, she understood what easter was really about! You dressed in your nicest dress (because jesus was watching), you were well behaved (because jesus was watching) and, you waited to eat your candy until after dinner (because jesus was watching). I remember becoming quite impatient at the candy rule once and letting my grandma know that jesus wouldn’t care and didn’t see because he is dead-

…no candy for me.

I remember the first easter we decided to skip grandmas house. Maybe I was 13 or 14? I don’t remember, but I DO remember getting no explanation other than: You kids are getting too old for the easter bunny. And I recall understanding that my parents thought I had finally stopped believing in the easter bunny, I guess they didn’t realize I had never believed in that damn bunny to begin with? Looking back I believe it was just another guise as my parents were done celebrating easter. My grandma didn’t take that well. She began a series of easter trips to my aunt’s house in St. Louis ~ they embraced the easter bunny and celebrated/mourned/exalted the main character in the story ~ jesus.

…I guess we were heathens.

Come to find out my parents didn’t want to expose us to just one specific way of thinking. The talks about god and jesus were becoming frequent from my grandma and my parents didn’t feel we should be exposed to her rants. I now believe that neither of them wanted to deny or admit what my grandma was saying so the best course of action~ eliminate it, ignore it! I am not at all bitter toward my parents for eliminating exposure to my grandmother’s rants. It freed me to ask my parents more questions and seek out answers on my own..and I still hold that curiosity about everything, thanks to my family-

…and thanks easter bunny!