On Wednesday I took my 9 1/2 year old Sweet Boy on our annual pilgrimage to see the Easter Bunny. As his sister is 22 years old I have had many visits with this well suited furry friend. Keep their ages in mind as I now tell you a story. Young egg collectors should not read any further.
After our visit to the Easter Bunny my son and I walked back to the car and got in. Before I started the engine I heard: “So mom, I have a question.” “Yes?” I replied. “The Bunny Man (as my small guy affectionately calls him) is he… is he like… you or dad?” My heart fell. But how I parent is that if my children ask, then I am always honest. I turned around to look at him in the backseat. “Yes.” I said. This was met with silence and looking down at his hands. “Are you ok? I asked.” “I’m worried.” came the reply. “What are you worried about?” I questioned. “Do I still get a basket and get to go on the egg hunt on Saturday?” he inquired. “Do you still want to go on egg hunts?” I asked. “Yes, I do.” he said. “Then I will happily take you. But in the spirit of love and giving, which is what the Easter Bunny is about, we must keep the special secret to ourselves and not tell those who might still believe.” I said. “Oh yes! I wouldn’t tell. I will keep the secret.” he said. Then came a very earnest and heartfelt look on his face.
“Mom, does Sissy know?”
I somehow managed to keep a straight face and answer.
“Yes. Your sister knows.”
“Man, she is REALLY good at keeping secrets.”
For another Easter story I told about love and the ultimate sacrifice go here.
Happy Easter to you all,