Weather wizards are implying a decent Easter weekend. Warm enough for plastic eggs to be hidden outside amid rapidly growing daffodils while avoiding winter piles of rabbit turds.
My husband remembers Easter egg hunting as a wonderful annual event in Indiana. Every single year while our kids were growing up he was disappointed by rain, or slush, or plain old snow and would tell them about how the Easter Bunny hid eggs and treats outside when he was a child. The stories returned when a grandchild appeared. And we watched her search for plastic eggs and her basket in snow last year. This year will be different.
Now there is a reality check-my husband’s brother and sister don’t have that same Easter memory. They remember wearing winter coats to church on Easter a number of years, other years when sleet froze the daffodils, and maybe one or two years that all came together in the way he holds as the “every year” family happening. One time we took our children to Indiana for Easter and an outdoor egg hunt. Part of the drive included iced over car windows and slipping on icy roads from Indianapolis to his hometown. Not even living bunnies were out that morning.
My father’s parents had a tradition (I was told) of giving us live critters for Easter—little chicks or bunnies or a kitten. There are pictures of me as a toddler with a skeptical face as a real, live bunny sits in a pretty basket next to me. Being rural and practical, my grandparents insisted my parents take these critters home to become future egg bearers or dinner. I never heard what happed to the kitten, but I assumed it went elsewhere because my mother hated cats. And the bunny? It’s fate was settled after biting me on the finger and chin. Again, that is what I was told, and knowing the players I believe it to be true.
One year my mother and father fully celebrated the end of the Easter Vigil with friends. That night they did hide our eggs outside. My mother planted them next to the back porch and set the chocolate bunnies next to the row of colored shells to protect future egg trees. These were not plastic eggs or plastic wrapped bunnies. She was too sick to supervise the morning hunt. My dad did what he could to pull some fun into setting dirty eggs and messed up chocolate bunnies in our baskets. After church, we headed to our grandparents for clean jellybeans and the annual disagreement about taking home live chicks.
Eventually we moved to a city. My parents changed friends. Easter became safe fun followed by Mass where we squirmed about in new church clothes. Two states south my future husband, a time or two, searched outside for eggs and other surprises appropriately hidden.
May your holiday be peaceful. Peace for our country is all I want in my basket. Save the bunny.
9 responses to “Healing Thoughts”
I usually send prayers on social media. These days sending prayers seems to be occurring all too often.
Yes, it is a trend and I think you touched upon a couple key reasons. One is the decline of religious belief/attendance, and also trying to be PC when one isn’t sure of another’s beliefs. I hope that the recipient understands that it is the caring thought and not how it travels to them.
I believe that thoughts/prayers hold an energy of attraction (‘that unto itself is drawn’), so as long as that ‘energy’ is sent forth, it will be received. There are many double blind studies that verify this. https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/enlightened-living/201007/the-science-psychology-and-metaphysics-prayer It is fascinating stuff!
I think recipients understand the concern no matter what the words are. Thanks for the link about energy and prayer! I’ll check it out.
It is true, prayers seem to be more insignificant to those who change with the so called times.
I am not embarrassed to say the word prayer, but I also like to say can I help, do something? I will check on you, etc. and simply put….love.
I agree — whatever words you use on social media are just the start.
I think the trend is interesting and says something about a cultural shift—certainly nothing to be “guilty of”! I know what you mean about social media responses being one of several ways we express concern.
I have noticed (and am guilty of) this exact trend. While I often do send such responses, I also try to send a card (or several) so the person knows they remain in my thoughts.
I’ve never had anyone turn down my prayers.
I can’t imagine why anyone would want to turn down your prayers!