A couple of years ago, my eldest brought home a paper from school in which she described our Easter ‘tradition’ of dying eggs the night before. It took me a minute to recover. This last minute egg dying wasn’t a tradition – it was lazy procrastination! Needless to say, since that assignment came home, we purposely dye the eggs the night before Easter.
When I was a single young lass, I had pictures of decorating for every holiday and making Mom’s sugar cookies for every holiday in order to give my children those traditional special things that I grew up with. Reality is that I decorate for Christmas. Period. I don’t get excited about the other holidays. Easter is important, yes, but truly in our church, we don’t save one Sunday a year to celebrate His rise from the grave. As for the special cookies, who has time for that on top of everything else?
You could absolutely call me lazy. You could also say that I’ve realized I’m just not the type who feels the need to have a zillion special decorations to display. (Where on earth would I store them?) You could say that I ought to make the effort for my children. I do make an effort for them, just in a different way. We don’t do much for Valentine’s Day, but they wake up to ribbons of felt hearts hanging in their doorways and a felt heart on their dining room chair with some candy in it. On their birthday, their chair back is covered with felt which has a birthday cake sewn on it and strings of felt stars hang in the doorway of their room.
I guess I’ve let myself do things my way.