Yesterday we (finally) decorated the house for Easter. It's the holiday that I love for its meaning and kind of roll my eyes at the rest.
I mean, COME ON! The Easter Bunny? Don't get me started.
Santa Claus I get. Even the Tooth Fairy. One time we even employed the Pacy Fairy to get Johnny to stop using his pacifiers. (it worked) But the Easter Bunny?
I feel like a big fat fraud when I tell my kids that a huge bunny comes to our home, hides our eggs (why?), and leaves little treats in a basket. I am trying to convince them of THAT? How ridiculous is this?
It's one of those moments in parenthood that you know is going to come back and bite you in the rear end. "I can't trust anything you say, Mom. I mean, remember the EASTER BUNNY?!?!"
And I will hang my head and sigh.
BUT, if I expose the crack in the childhood facade that the Easter Bunny is made up, will they then not believe in all of the rest? Will I no longer read their letters to Santa and his elf assigned to our family, Redberry? Will their teeth find their way to the trash instead of under their pillows? Will they no longer clap their hands when the DVD skips, because once their Mom told them that clapping helps the DVD player get back on track?
I will keep up this lie of the Easter Bunny, but I am not happy about it. I'm totally cool about some lies, this just ain't one of 'em.
Do you GET the reason for an Easter Bunny? Do you lie to your kids so that childhood is more fun?