Easter at home… sorry, not sorry 2020

I’m going to step on some toes,

I’m sorry, but also really I’m not sorry at all about what i am going to write…

I’m in my living room this Easter Sunday, the kids and husband are outside enjoying the weather while dinner cooks in the slow cooker… it’s lamb…i have wanted lamb for my Easter dinner for, well i can’t remember how long, and today because we are at home due to COVID-19 i get to have lamb for Easter dinner.

So many thoughts have been going through my mind today, and I’m sure that i’m not the only one who is thinking this way…

Today I’m getting to spend Easter really thinking about what today means. This morning i woke up early to take care of the animals and i was not stressed about the fact that my kids aren’t going to be dressed to the nines when we go to church. I wasn’t worried about not only wearing my Sunday best but my Easter best. I wasn’t worried about the judgment that comes, and you know it does even when we say we don’t, the judgment when my 9 year old decides that she is going to do her own hair and it looks like she ran a weed eater though it instead of a brush, or she puts on jeans and a shirt instead of the dress that I bought her, but i did not and don’t have the energy to fight her because i was up all night with one of her siblings.

I don’t do Easter baskets, and today was the first Sunday that my kids did not get asked that very awkward question: What did the Easter Bunny bring you this morning? They did not have to listen to what all their friends woke up to. I did not have to answer the question why the Easter bunny did not come to our house. You know what? When they woke this morning they never even asked about candy or baskets. They were just excited that today is the day the tomb was found empty.

I keep thinking about Easter 2015 when I just got home from the hospital with a newborn baby girl, I was tired, I had a 4 year old, i had a less than a week old, and yet was still expected to go out to a family members house for Easter, and than was asked why I was so tired and not willing to pass around my 5 day old baby. We just got home that Friday, my milk was coming in, i was in pain from the birth, but still we got dressed up and went because we were expected to and did not want to upset anyone… I wish we could have stayed home that Easter, like today…

So enjoy your day, where you don’t have to go to that family members house, where you don’t have to worry that your kids Easter best is not up to par with your friends kids, you did not buy matching outfits, and you don’t have to worry about waking that sleeping baby just to “enjoy” family time

~mary e. Johnson-mason

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