I was at my mom’s house helping her get over pneumonia a few weeks ago, and she asked did I want an Easter dress. I laughed and immediately thought about the annoying white hats with the string under my chin that never stayed on through church service. I told her I’m a bit too old, and she said you’re never too old because she was still getting herself a basket.
Easter was always a special time for my mom because of its significance. My mom and I would go shopping for an Easter dress. That was an experience because she hated shopping and we rarely agreed on the same dresses. She wanted something fancy and poofy, and I did not. Then there was those hats! I hated those hats with the string under the chin. There was the church program that I had to practice my speech every night in the mirror to get right. Then there was the hair…I hated the pressing comb! There were fights about the pressing comb being near my ear and me not liking fire. In the end, we went to church, I said my little speech that I was terrified to give, and sometimes my grandmother would cook dinner, and that’s what was most special…spending time with my family.
Something that is also fun, even as an adult, has been the Easter baskets and candy that I’ve gotten from my mom. When I was younger, I would wake up to a basket full of my favorite candy and little toys. As I got older, she eliminated the basket and toys, but I still got my SweetTarts and Skittles. Sometimes she would throw in a pack of PostIt notes (I love office supplies).
I was never big on the Easter bunny. About as close as I’ve come to a bunny was a pet my grandmother had years ago. I remember following him around the house and he seemed to politely oblige the chase.
However you celebrate this Easter holiday, enjoy!