With Easter just a week away, I'm feeling a little sad. Why? Because Easter just isn't what it used to be. It can't be, not with teenagers.
I've been struggling these last few days with this question: what are we going to do for Easter? How can I make it special? I come up empty-handed.
We have no family coming this year, and we aren't going anywhere. The boys are too old for community Easter egg hunts, although they still want to have one at home. We don't go to church. They still want to dye eggs. So, I guess that's something. I will boil a dozen or two eggs, and look on as they make a mess dipping them. I will make deviled eggs because Eduardo really likes them, as do I. I will make a carrot cake, even though Eduardo does not like that, but the boys do. We will hide plastic eggs in the yard, filled with coins and candy, and they'll enjoy the hunt. Especially when they find the special gold and silver eggs, containing a ten or twenty (I haven't decided yet!). I will make ham, and the four of us will eat dinner together, maybe in the dining room, and we'll use my good china.
Is that enough? I guess it's not so empty . . . it's just that I miss the magic of the holidays when they were little, and believed in such a ridiculous concept as the Easter bunny, leaving Easter baskets full of candy and toys. They'll still get a basket, but there'll be no mystery as to where it came from.
I suppose that what I need to keep in mind is the beauty of my family. That we'll spend the day together, and celebrate spring, and life. We may have lost the magic, the mystery, and the "cute" factor, but we have each other, and isn't that even more precious?