Growing up Irish Catholic, Easter was the pinnacle of spring celebrations. I can still close my eyes and picture myself in church on Easter Sunday morning. The hard bench on my bare legs (no matter how erratic the Texas weather was, we always wore dresses on Easter); the chocolate eggs and jellybeans secreted in my pocket, all the sweeter after the penance of Lent. I loved the first singing of Alleluia in weeks. And after mass, there was ham and cake and easter egg hunts.
Now I am a grown up with two little girls of my own and an Easter to plan. This holiday magic is harder than I thought. I do not have the fortitude of my mother who blew out dozens of eggs for us to color (the lungs on that woman!) and I don’t have her traditions to carry on either.
My husband and I aren’t religious which we agreed meant celebrating Easter with our kids was not in the plans. Until they turned two and an aunt sent bunny ears and a friend invited us over for an egg hunt. Once I saw them hopping around in excitement as they found egg after egg, I knew we were sunk.
Now we’re deep into the basket, breakfast, and egg hunt. Of course without family in town and no church to go to, our plans are a little unconventional. We’ve still got the big reveal from the Easter bunny in the mornings. But there’s bacon and mimosas too. The eggs are filled with stickers, pennies, and Annie’s Bunny Grahams because I know I would be the one eating all the jelly beans. And ham, that’s a bit much for the four of us, so we’ll be eating mac and cheese for dinner instead.
What are your plans? Do they take the traditional route? Or the heathen boozy route like ours?