Seems to me that lots of holidays have become a major event where parents are expected to bestow tiny presents to their own kids and sometimes to their classmates. So who I am I to disappoint this upcoming weekend?!
For the past few weeks, I’ve been scouring e-mail and social-media offers in search of deals on items that may make good Easter gifts for my kids. My goal is NOT to be the cause of sullen faces on Easter morning if all they find in their baskets is candy. Gasp! The horror!
And, while I am happy to move away from the practice of Easter baskets filled solely with sugary treats, the thought of having to shop for non-candy items for the holiday I’ve dubbed “mini-Christmas” is just stressng me out. Despite weeks of planning and diligence, the experience has managed to cause me Christmas-shopping anxiety on a smaller scale.
As I listen to my kids speculate as to what the Easter bunny may bring them, I think back to the joy the handmade Easter basket from my mom brought me (Easter candy still brings me the same joy). My mom would use one of the baskets used for strawberries, stuff if with plastic—not paper—green grass and load it with my favorite Easter indulgences, including Peeps!, jelly beans, peanut butter and raspberry whipped chocolate-covered eggs. Yum......
My only hope is that my kids are excited as I was on Easter when they receive their baskets (which will be moderately filled with toys they wanted anyway—and ones I managed to score at a bargain) and I’ll have peace of mind knowing that their excitement is genuine and not a sugar-fueled rush (but there will be just a few little Hershey's Kisses in there).