Easter Memories

The Easter season fills me with memories from my childhood. I can remember like it was yesterday, the excitement I felt when we started the egg dying ritual. I can see clear drink glasses, each with different bright colored water. I can smell the vinegar that filled the kitchen.

We each colored our own eggs and put our names on one or two. It was a family ritual, not just us kids. I think that was what made it so much fun as a kid; to have Mom and Dad decorating eggs with us.

Easter morning we would wake up with Dad singing “Here comes Peter Cotton Tail, hopping down the bunny trail.” That is something Dad did until we left home. The rest of the morning found my sister and me racing around the house in a mad dash to out do each other. And of course there was that Easter Bunny who not only hid our eggs, but left us jelly beans and chocolate images of himself in our basket. Later Mom always made deviled eggs out of some for dinner. Nothing has changed. I watch my grand kids with the same excitement on the same mad dash!

I think as I watch them that time has stood still. Fifty plus years have passed between my excited face and theirs, yet I feel the same emotions flood me with such familiarity. I guess that is what tradition is. It is something that is done every year with such consistency that several generations down the road can share and relive the memories of loved ones long gone.

Easter has always been one of my favorite holidays. As a kid, I have to admit that it was the thrill of the hunt and the candy. In my teens I started appreciating the family gatherings. My young adult life found me just enjoying the innocent smile on my children’s faces.

It has taken me this long in life to fully appreciate what Easter is really all about…and it is not about a big bunny and the joy he brings to kids, both small and gray haired. (Yes, I still love that chocolate bunny!) It is about the Cross. It is about who was on it. It was what his suffering, humiliation, and death means to all mankind. It is hope, it is mercy, it is forgiveness, and it is love.

I am reposting this poem from 11-23-16img_1458-2




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