I heard today that the last time Easter came this early in the year was 90 years ago, I don’t know if this is true or not but it’s early and it’s cold. Therefore, the rule I was told from my southern bell students, (when I was an intern at His Mansion) that Easter was the kick off to opened toed shoes would only result in blackened dead toes after this weekend. Consequently, we are still in snow pants and the works.
This weekend we, the husband and I, have been listening to the orchestra that my two children are making with their whining, crying, and nagging. Their performance include frequent mini seizures along snow covered pathways, floors, decks, car seats and my personal favorite, mud puddles. Their chants are one liners like “I’m hungry in my body”, or “I’m cold, I’m cold, I’m hot”, I’m not making this up and from my 18 month, “No, No, No Way” each for varying amounts of time but none less than 10 min consecutively. Sometimes they perform duets, “I’m (No) cold, I’m (No) Cold, I’m (No Way) Hot”, but they prefer solo debuts , this way we always have something to listen too.
Every Easter I have my own song in my head and try as I might I can’t get it out. I thought my kid’s shenanigans would knock it out my head but, no. When I was about twelve or so I laid awake at night thinking about the importance of Easter and decided to put my thoughts into verse. After a few nights of brain storming I came up with this, snicker, snicker, sigh.
“Easter, Easter is not of chocolate eggs;
Easter, Easter, is not of chocolate eggs.
Easter is a time we share, things of good and bad
Easter, Easter is when we think of Jesus an’
When he died and rose again.”
I didn’t say it was good!! I put it to a tune so now I get to live with this little ditty going through my brain for the rest of my life every Easter, why did I do this to myself, which was also what I was thinking in regards to my children, ever have those