Traditions, Magic, and Easter Bunnies

Posted on | April 19, 2011 | 3 Comments

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I’ve got a ton on my proverbial plate and so I thought it might be nice to take a break from all the madness in my life and just have a little fun.  And for me, NOTHING is more fun than holidays… especially holidays that involve magical creatures delivering gifts and candy.  So when I saw this opportunity from Log Cabin to talk about ways in which I’ve updated traditions in my house, I IMMEDIATELY thought about holiday traditions from my childhood. Sure, that’s probably because it’s almost Easter, but we’ll just go with it.

One of my favorite memories from my childhood is from Easter.  When my brother was just a newborn, my extended family on my mother’s side all made the journey to Greensboro to celebrate Easter.  We had such a full house that my sister and I were sleeping in sleeping bags in the floor of my brother’s room.  (I don’t remember, but I think he was small enough to sleep in something in my parents room.)  On the Saturday before Easter, I remember going to bed full of excitement and anticipation, just knowing that THIS would be the year I would catch the Bunny in the act.  You know, the giant Easter Bunny.  Make no mistake, I was not one of those kids who thought that a cute little bunny hoppity hopped into my house and brought a special basket.  When I pictured TEB, I pictured a gigantic, man-sized, on two legs RABBIT… you know, like the ones in the Mall.  So in my head, TEB was up on two legs, wandering around in his gigantor state, just waiting to be caught in the act.

My sister and I had a plan.  We would stay up all night and we would nab that Bunny.

Our plan failed.

But at some point in the wee hours of the morning or the late, late hours of the night, one of us woke up.  Whichever woke first quickly woke the other and we crawled out of our sleeping bags and tiptoed down the stairs.

The house was asleep and even the shutters on the windows breathed in and out, in and out, rhythmically whispering that it was not yet time to get out of bed.  But still we crept.  Down the first set of stairs to the landing, where we stopped and stage whispered our plan… to catch the Bunny.  We looked left. We looked right.  We were in the clear. There were no baskets yet which meant the Bunny had not yet arrived.

I don’t know what happened next and to be honest, there is a chance that the entirety of this memory was little more than a dream.  But what I remember is a tapping on the floor and a bump of a sound.  When we looked again, there were baskets on the fireplace.  Baskets that had not been there a moment before.  Nightgowns flying, we ran towards the sound of the bump and in my half-asleep mind, I saw him, powdered-white tail slipping away through the sliding glass door.

Foiled again.

The memory of that moment and so many more are why I’ve always wanted more than one child.  There is something magical about feeding your imagination with the imagination of a sibling.  There is something diabolically sweet about two sisters laughing or two brothers plotting total world domination.  Unfortunately, at the moment, there is only J.  And depending on circumstances, there may always only be J. So there are just some traditions that will need to be updated for him to experience that same sense of magic.

And luckily, or unluckily, for him… he has a mother who revels in magic.  So I’ve been trying to come up with ways to incorporate some of my favorite childhood memories with my sister into things I can do with J in the event that there is only one LM Jr.  I know that I can’t be the friend and enemy that a sister or brother can be, but that doesn’t mean I can’t help him create the same traditions and memories.  As you may remember, I whipped up a crazy April Fools Day dinner, and I’ve been trying really hard to come up with other fun things that will give him a link when he is older.  Things that he can look back and say “I remember Easter because…” or “I remember Mother’s Day because every year we would…”  And with Easter coming up, I have a great opportunity to make some old traditions just a little different.

As a kid, we always dyed Easter eggs.  It was a BIG ordeal.  We had the wax crayons and the crazy stickers and my sister and I would seriously fight over who had the prettiest eggs.  I would very much like for J to have the memory of dyeing Easter eggs but the concept of purchasing eggs just to color and toss them? It does not appeal to my inner spendthrift.  So I think what I’m going to do is start a fun NEW tradition… we’ll dye the eggs on Saturday or Sunday morning and then as a special treat?

We’ll eat them for dinner.

Because nothing says magic like eating your art.

And this kid is totally missing out on magic already, right?



3 Responses to “Traditions, Magic, and Easter Bunnies”

  1. Jana A
    April 19th, 2011 @ 12:46 am

    i love it! He’s such a lucky kiddo!

  2. KLZ
    April 19th, 2011 @ 3:04 pm

    That kid ain’t missing out on a damn thing! You’re so, so much cooler a mom than I am.

  3. Mel
    April 20th, 2011 @ 1:35 pm

    He is a lucky little boy. You rock! 🙂

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