“Mama, do you know why we celebrate Easter?”
“Because that’s when Jesus rise-ed from the dead!”
Baby Boy wanted to boycott the pictures but his mama wouldn’t let him. He missed the first picture, but was “strongly encouraged” to participate. I think at this point he reasoned, they can make me sit, but they can’t make me smile. This was his response to our gentle request for a little smile for mama:
Oh, but Mama wields the power of the chocolate bunny. Yes, I resorted to threats involving his Easter basket. Don’t judge me. Other mothers were probably doing the exact same thing at the exact same moment all over this great nation of ours. How badly did Baby Boy want his Easter basket? You tell me. The first picture was taken as I was telling him that if he didn’t give his mama at least one Easter picture we could frame, he’d never know even a taste of his Easter Chick Pez.
At this point, I believe he may have adjusted his attitude:
After the service, we enjoyed a New England Easter Egg Hunt, bundled in winter coats:
Later at home, everyone was so excited to see that the Easter Beagle had brought each Little a Webkinz! Oh, the joy!
She wanted to wear the ears to church. I was glad to convince her to wait until we got home. However, she did sleep in them last night. She’s wearing the shirt that she would wear every single day of her life if if were available. Sometimes it gets “lost” in the laundry room for a few days to give Mom a little break.
This was the first Easter that all three Littles were old enough to truly grasp the meaning of Easter. The youngest two could repeat the story last year, but this year, I think they are really starting to grasp the meaning of what Jesus did for us. What an amazing gift to be able to see Easter with their fresh perspectives! My prayer is that at the earliest opportunity possible, it will become more than a story to them and that they will accept it as their foundation of faith. If it isn’t yours, that is my prayer for you as well.
I hope your Easter was just as blessed and special as ours was.