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OPINION

Sometimes I think about the traditions we celebrate, and how strange they must look to someone on the outside looking in.
 
One in particular is Easter and the appearance of the infamous chocolate-toting bunny.
 
Don’t worry, there are still a few weeks to prepare.
 
And unlike a visit from Santa Claus, the story of the Easter Bunny has far less rhyme or reason (in my mind anyway).
 
I don’t know if it has ever been definitely decided how old the Easter Bunny is, if it is a boy or a girl, and does he/she carry a basket or a backpack full of eggs?
 
Where the Easter Bunny lives is a big question mark, and why does the Easter Bunny deliver eggs (which have absolutely nothing to do with a bunny), are only a few of the questions I have for the powers that will be.
 
Thank God I didn’t have Google growing up; I just blindly joined in the games of searching for treats, left by a mysterious, lop-eared friend.
 
Another great memory from my childhood.
 
I lost my love for Easter some time ago (not in the soul-crushing sense, but it became more about the food and family and less about the dream of a magical egg hunt).
 
But I have found that love again since having children. This has been the case for many things in my life — baking, crafting, exploring, Halloween, etc.
 
It is so refreshing to watch children enjoy something, without really reading into it too much (there will be plenty of time for that later in life).
 
Armed with baskets, buckets, or simply their hands, I see kiddos lining up each year to set out on what can only be considered an epic treasure hunt.
 
For some it is more about the challenge of the search, but for most, I think it is all about the excuse to binge-eat chocolate and other goodies, and take a break from everyday life.
 
The simple pleasures of being a child.
 
And it doesn’t all have to be a self-serving event.

Lessons can be incorporated — sharing, showing gratitude, and understanding that the more you receive does not equal the magnitude of a parent’s love — it’s just that you’ve been lucky to have been born into a family that can provide more than others.
 
I have no idea how long the natural high lasts for from being in on the cottontail secret, as I can’t recall receiving the life-changing news that my furry friend was all a figment of my imagination — and the imagination of thousands of others around me.
 
But someday, the Easter Bunny will join the Tooth Fairy and Puff the Magic Dragon deep in the world of childhoods gone by.
 
So until that day, I say hop to it, and have a little more fun while you can.

“Easter is the only time of year when it is safe to put all of your eggs in one basket.” - Author unknown.

— Becky is a 30-something, red haired, mother of two, trying to navigate this life as best she can. She enjoys talking to people and discovering their stories. Still trying to balance her personal and professional life, she juggles work and play. In her spare time Becky can be found visiting with friends, spending time with her family and saving time by reading while walking.

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