Easter was a casualty of my parent’s divorce. As is usual procedure, the holidays were divided up and my dad got Thanksgiving, my mom got Christmas, and Easter was up for grabs. After we outgrew the Easter bunny and egg hunts, the appeal of Easter dwindled anyway, but the holiday always reminded me of being lost between two families. Without strong Easter holiday traditions, it leaves me open to recreating new ones as I raise my own family. The holiday may be about reflection, but I was ready to reclaim it and look forward, not back.
The pressure of creating and maintaining a new tradition is heavy though. There were lots of ideas on local message boards and emails from other city parents. I read about where to find the best egg hunt or the fuzziest Easter bunny. I contemplated what would be in the perfect Easter basket. I bought the materials to dye eggs and feared the damage it would cause my kitchen. I thought about whether or not we would dress-up and go to church or have a casual brunch at home. I waited in line at the bakery for the yummy Easter cookies with the rest of the city.
In the end though, N wasn’t too interested in Easter yet either. He tried to eat the hard-boiled egg with the shell on, wouldn’t eat the brunch, and we missed the egg hunt. So we stuck with our most recent tradition of spending the afternoon with family and left the commercial aspects of Easter for another year. We did, however, use some of the Easter materials to do some art projects together and made a sign for our window and a card for Grandma. I think our new Easter tradition of homemade fun and family is off to a good start. I know that N will help add to this each year with his own preferences and as he grows, so will our new family traditions. I look forward to our next Easter together already.