Sunday, April 24, 2011

Happy Easter!

Happy Easter, everyone!  Aias sure is different this year compared to last year.

I feel like it's been a holiday for the past few days; we had friends over to colour Easter Eggs on Thursday, Friday we celebrated with my family, and yesterday was my birthday so the whole day was spent having fun.  Today it's actually Easter Sunday, and we are doing a whole lot of nothing.  Aias is only 17 months old, and trust me when I say he doesn't need chocolate, candy, or any more toys.   We are also not religious, so we won't be attending any services today.  Instead we are going to hang around the house, eat leftovers, and the highlight of our day will be preparing and devouring deviled eggs. He will look back and see pictures of himself colouring eggs and hanging out with the Easter Bunny, and think he had a great 2nd Easter. Next year he will probably understand the egg colouring, hunting, and Easter Bunny stuff, so we'll just embrace this day of rest, as I anticipate we won't be sleeping in on any Easter Sundays in the near future. 

Before I take off and attempt to prepare the world's most delicious deviled eggs, I want to talk a little bit about my thoughts on the Easter Bunny and leave you with some cute pictures.   I'll start by saying that I'm entirely fascinated with the Easter Bunny.  Growing up I had a pretty typical relationship with Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny.  My parents told me they existed but they didn't go to extreme measures to ensure I believed, but I believed it quite happily and rolled with it until I was 7 or 8.  At that point I realized they were imaginary and moved on with my life.  Of course, I didn't want my parents to know I didn't believe anymore, so I kept on pretending.  I revealed the truth more than once in school, and was probably responsible for many kids having their Santa and Easter Bunny dreams shattered.  At home I was the oldest child, so I could easily ride on the simple fact that my younger sisters would believe for years longer.  As long as there was one child in the family that believed, holidays like Christmas and Easter could remain saturated in youthful wonder and eager anticipation.  My mom made it very clear to me when I was in 7th grade that if I revealed to my sister the truth about Santa and the Easter Bunny, that she was no longer getting up at early hours of the morning to bring out the presents and hide the eggs.  It wasn't a threat so much as simply the truth.  We'd still get the presents and the eggs, of course, but she would leave them in plain sight from the start.  Half the fun at this point was the surprise on Christmas or Easter morning, and I wanted to preserve that, so my lips were sealed.  When I was probably 12 or 13, I started being the one to get up early Easter morning to hide the eggs for my sisters as they slept.  So for a little while, I was the Easter Bunny. 

The other morning Aias and I were looking through an Easter book, and I found myself saying "On Easter we will paint eggs and then a giant Easter Bunny will come along and hide the eggs!"  I immediately felt completely ridiculous, and even though I'm certain Aias couldn't understand what I was telling him, I felt like surely I wasn't being entirely convincing.  I know lots of people have a problem with telling children about Santa and the Easter Bunny, etc, but I'm not really one of those people.  I don't think it's going to teach Aias that it's ok to lie, or that it's going to scar him forever when he finds out  we weren't being entirely honest about it. I'm certainly not bitter toward my family for carrying on with it and I hope he will feel the same.  I have to admit, however, I did feel a little goofy telling him about it, even at 17 months.  Uncomfortable, even.  Maybe it wasn't so much with the story itself, but how unconvincing I was in presenting it.  I could tell I didn't believe it, so why on earth would he?  Hopefully by the time he's old enough to really enjoy Easter, we will be able to sell the myth with a bit more enthusiasm and believability.  It doesn't really matter to us if he ends up really believing it. We're certainly not going to take extreme measures to try and increase the kid's buy in, but ultimately we just want him to understand that it's fun to use your imagination and really embrace these little cultural icons, because before you know it you are a grown up and you can't ever really get that sweet whimsical childhood state of mind back again.

As far as going to see the Easter Bunny at the mall, I've been paying careful attention to people's pictures and looking back at some of my own, and man are some of those Easter Bunnies scary.  I think it's kind of depressing that this is the case, seeing as you'd think it wouldn't be that difficult to design a bunny suit that looks benevolent.  I can understand how a child would feel bizarre about sitting on an strange elderly man's lap, but surely it shouldn't be all that hard to make a giant stuffed animal look cute and approachable.  I walked by the Easter Bunny at our local mall and was aghast at what I saw; there was no way I was going to subject Aias to a creepy rabbit like that, thus imprinting horrifying Easter Bunny images on him for the remainder of his childhood.  A few days later, my aunt posted a photo of her kids visiting the Easter Bunny and it was just about the cutest Eater Bunny I had ever seen.  So on Friday morning before going to my aunt's for Easter, we stopped at  Willowbrook Mall and had a nice visit with the Easter Bunny.  Aias actually really liked him and was smiling at him in wonder, but they weren't very patient about waiting for him to actually smile and look at the camera simultaneously, but the picture they got was a massive improvement over the Santa disaster we experienced at Christmas so I won't complain. 

So finally now that I've kept you with my rambling, here are some Easter Bunny pictures of myself, Aias, and some readers!

Myself with the Easter Bunny, circa 1985.  I swear I can't look at it and not see it as a dog.

My adorable niece, Sophia, with the Easter Bunny.  I'm terrified of this Easter Bunny.

The Crafting Hobbit's cute little son, Garrett, and an adorable and wise looking Easter Bunny

My friend Toni and her darling son Dimitri. I think it's a pretty cute Easter bunny, to be honest. I fully anticipated having to be in the picture with Aias as well.  I think a fear of a giant pink furry creature you've never seen before is probably pretty healthy!  Can't argue with a good self preservation instinct.

Finally, Aias looking sort of creepy as he sits on an adorable Easter Bunny.  I think I find it more disturbing that Aias sort of looks like Jack Nicholson in The Shining in this photo.  He's recently taken to crayons, so hopefully I don't see him writing "REDRUM" on any walls =P

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  1. I like this! The wise easter bunny is the best, and least scary -- not your pink easter bunny but the other one, third on down, looks like its falling! :)


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