Beau April 16th, 2009
The Easter Bunny came and went this year… it won’t be the last, but it’s different than when kids are really little. So many fun times with holidays- running around hiding things, bringing joy to the little ones while nearly being discovered. For the first time, our son- almost finished with second grade- started asking me questions before Easter this year. “How does the Easter bunny get inside the house to hide eggs?… How does he hide our own eggs?… And the candy- that all comes from the store anyway…” and then the looming question he had been waiting to ask: “Daddy, is there really an Easter Bunny?”
I was dreading that question, or any question remotely related to it. He still believes, still trusts, still sees the good in everything… I wasn’t ready for him to begin the walk down the pathway to rational analysis of the world around us. I looked at him and simply said, “Your Grandpa and Grandma really loved hiding eggs around the house, and watching you find them.” He looked at me with thoughtful eyes, both of us remembering my father, gone a few years now, and how we would visit their house for Easter. He looked away for a bit, and then back… “Who hides them now, at our house?” A simple, innocent question. I smiled, and he knew. I said it’s something we love to share with him. He smiled too, like he discovered something, and the conversation moved on.
Later that night in the kitchen while we were coloring eggs with him, he asked loudly, “Daddy, I wonder where the Easter Bunny will hide the eggs this year?” I looked quickly at him, wondering if he was going to say something to his Mom that he knew about the Easter Bunny… She was standing at the sink behind him- he smiled, and winked at me. Is that great or what? We had a really nice Easter.