It’s so hard to say goodbye

This Easter brought many mixed emotions for me. I love spending Easter with my family. Coloring Easter eggs. Making Resurrection Cookies. Searching for hidden Easter eggs. Seeing the smiles on the kids’ faces when they see their Easter baskets. It’s always a lot of fun.

But now that’s over. This year the kids informed me they no longer believe in the Easter Bunny. First no Santa. Now no Easter Bunny. What’s next? The Tooth Fairy? Next thing you know they’ll be telling me Diet Dr. Pepper isn’t for real.

We always spend Easter in Chicago with my mom. We hide Easter eggs around her apartment and the Easter Bunny brings the kids big baskets of candy and trinkets. We keep the baskets in mom’s hall closet to be used the next year and I usually bring the candy with me (’cause, yo, it’s expensive in Chicago dawg). But this year I was slacking. Lee and I ended up making a trip to the nearest Chicago suburb Target to get the Easter Bunny goodness.

On the way back to mom’s apartment Lee was commenting on how, as usual, I went a little bit overboard and spent a teeny bit too much money on Easter stuff.

“But this is probably the last year for the Easter Bunny,” I whined. “Last week Caleb asked me if the Easter Bunny was really the one who hid the eggs. I said, ‘What do you mean? Who else would hide the eggs?’ but I’m not so sure he was buying it. I think this might be the last year he believes.”

Lee looked at me and said, “Awww. That’s so cute…that you still think he believes.”

I never really thought about the day when my kids would no longer believe in the mythical creatures who make all the holidays so fun. And I definitely never imagined that day would creep up on me so quickly. Caleb is only 7-years-old. I am supposed to have several years left of Santa Clause, Easter Bunny and Tooth Fairy. I’m not ready to give them up yet.

*sigh*

So I guess this is so long, Easter Bunny. It’s been a wonderful 15 years! I’m going to miss you! *sniffle*