When I was 6 I tried to tell my friend, Roger, that the Easter Bunny didn’t exist.
“My mom says that the Easter Bunny is really just your parents and that Easter is too sacred a holiday to have a fake bunny in it.”
“You’re a piece of crap liar! D-A-A-A-A-D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LORALEE SAYS THAT HER MOM SAYS THAT THE EASTER BUNNY IS REALLY JUST YOU AND MOM AND THAT YOU ARE MAKING HIM UP!”
“She’s a piece of crap, liar, son. And so is her mother. The Easter Bunny is real!”
(Roger’s dad was a TOTAL TOOL and our families did not get along, but that is a story for another day.)
My mother is an extremely devout Mormon. Mormons don’t have a stance against the Easter Bunny or anything, not at ALL, but as a faith they take the resurrection of Christ very seriously. Not that other religions take it LIGHTLY, but LDS people don’t even “do” crosses. At all. Not on hymnals, buildings, or on jewelery. They prefer to concentrate on the miracle of Christ rising again instead of concentrating on the symbol of his death. As someone put it, “If your brother died in a car accident would you want everyone using a smashed up car as a symbol of them?” (I can see that point but I have also found the comfort and solace people take in crosses very sweet and I am not bashing the use of it AT ALL. I know that it means more than the crucifixion to people. I’m just explaining, in an awkward way, how it is that I wasn’t allowed to believe in the Easter Bunny growing up.)
So, basically—my mom thought that Easter was too sacred a holiday to allow us to believe in the Easter Bunny.
We still got baskets and did egg hunts and the like, but there was no magical, mythical feeling about it.
We knew it was mom and dad.
I felt a little gypped when I was littler but not really. We were allowed to believe in the tooth fairy and Santa Clause, so it was all good.
When I had children, knowing that even though I attended church I did not have NEAR the spiritual level of my mother, I decided to let Jonathan decide what we would do with Easter. His mom is also UTTERLY devout in the LDS religion and he grew up believing in the Easter Bunny and wanted the same for our children.
I agreed, no harm no foul.
We haven’t attended church regularly as a family for 7 years, but we make sure our kids go.
They will be there at Easter, we will not. (Unless there is a program and they are in it. Then? We go.)
But we will dye eggs and hide them and put chocolate and books and toys in baskets with that SUPER ANNOYING GREEN PLASTIC GRASS THAT YOU FIND FOR MONTHS AROUND THE HOUSE NO MATTER HOW DAMN WELL YOU VACUUM and have it waiting for them when they come home. Compliments of a furry little bunny.
So, what about you?
Do you “do” the Easter Bunny in your house? Did you growing up? Do you participate in Easter at all? (Obviously, I am not referring to my lovely Jewish friends, here. Although, I would love it if you chimed in about your culture and religion. It fascinates me.)