[The point at which I started enjoying Easter more coincided with the time that the children started enjoying Easter less. Several years ago I respectfully declined a visit to our house by the Easter Bunny. He hasn’t been back since. Though I harbor no ill will towards him, I simply found him distracting.
So now I’ve gone and ruined Easter for the children.]
Now it’s just “symbolism this” and “serious message that.” Mom, it’s starting to get embarrassing when you get all choked up reading those storybooks. Oh, yeah, and those delicious-yet-slightly-sacrilegious “empty-tomb breakfast rolls” that you keep promising? You’ve only delivered on that promise ONCE. On top of that, there are the eight nightly lessons (that feel an awful lot like Sunday School) about the last week of Jesus’ life—from Palm Sunday to Easter Sunday. All important stuff, we know, but we’ve worked REALLY hard mastering the necessary behavior that gets you to double-time each lesson; a one-and-a-half minute half-yelled run-on sentence is just about what we can tolerate. But, don’t worry, Mom; it still TOTALLY counts.
Sugar, Mom. We need sugar! You’re good with finding the symbolism in almost anything; can’t you find a way to connect sugar to Easter? I don’t know, maybe like how SWEET the Atonement is, like how sugar brings LIFE to our bodies the way the Resurrection brings new life. Something like that would be great.
Oh, and you keep trying to get us to eat what you call “Shepherds’ Supper,” and yet we keep making gross faces at it. When are you going to learn?
Don’t get us started on Easter “decorations.” Sticks and thorns and rocks? Really, Mom?
How ‘bout this idea: what if we created a line of fine chocolates in the SHAPE of “sticks” and “thorns” and “rocks?” So, you’d still get what YOU are after, and we’d get what WE are after—win-win, right? Or, here’s another one: could we, perhaps, use chocolate coins as props when telling the story about Judas? C’mon, Mom, let’s find a compromise here.
[Children, you are not hurting for candy. May I remind you that there is someone who, every Thursday night, sneakily hides treats for you to find. It’s like having our very own Easter Bunny, year-round.
Except he shaves and wears pants.]
(Reference book: “A Christ-Centered Easter” by Janet and Joe Hales)
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