My kids are finally at the ages when each holiday I wonder, “Is this is the one when they stop believing?” I had a friend in college that told me her mother said, if any of her children told her they don’t believe in Santa or the Easter Bunny, then they won’t get presents. She laughed when she told me that, and loved her mother’s need for her happy bubble of holding on to her children’s innocence. At the time I thought, while a sweet thought, but totally delusional. I mean, I’m looking at my friend who together we were doing body shots off the bartender, and later was holding her hair in our bathroom last night, who was now heading home to ask her mother what the Easter Bunny brought her?
Now, as always, life comes full circle. I have two beautiful children who are at the prime ages to not believe anymore. I am SURE they both don’t believe. They are 11 and 9, and the way they talk about being excited for the Easter Bunny to come with a giggle and a look that says, “Mom, I know exactly what’s going on” Before I used to have to ask, “what do you hope is in your basket?” Now I hear comments all month long, “Man I sure hope the easter bunny gets me Zelda for Nintendo Switch,” or, “Mom, do you think the Easter Bunny can put Eos lip gloss in my basket?”
Um, A – The Easter Bunny AKA me does not take requests and B – you are totally breaking my heart right now. Ultimately I blame the Easter Bunny. I think there are just way too many different versions of the easter bunny, and their bunny story isn’t thought out well enough. How does a bunny carry around all those baskets and eggs? Why does every household run Easter so differently? Why does my friend’s eggs have toys and my eggs have candy? I think we may need to hold a parent’s conference on holidays to get a little more on the same page with these things, because once our kids get into school, they are all taking and realizing something doesn’t add up. We need to get our shit together!
The last thought I would like to leave you with on this matter, I am now on the same page with my friend’s mom. I want to believe my kids stay in their sweet bubble with tooth fairies flying around and adorable Easter Bunnies pooping jelly beans. Also, by the time my kids get to college I will either need to be on medication that helps me forget my past so I don’t have to worry they were getting in the same shenanigans as I was when I was that age, or I will need them to enter legal and binding contracts that they can never reveal any of the wild stories with me because I don’t think my heart would be able to take a story of my precious boy doing keg stands with his friends, or worse my daughter’s keg stand story and how she forgot she was wearing a skirt and didn’t realize the cheering was for her ability to chug the beer, and instead giving the crowd a clear view of her Victoria Secret lace thong, which totally didn’t happen to me at a homecoming party. So, moving on…hope you have a wonderful, sweet, delusional bubble of an Easter!