I read this great article the other day about how it is nearly impossible to make Easter into a commercial holiday because of the significance of the resurrection of Jesus. It’s far easier to make light of a baby being born than a man raising from the dead. But is it?
I mean, take a look at any store and you will see massive amounts of pastel colored every thing “Just in time for Easter!” *insert jazz hands*. Plastic eggs, bunnies, chocolate, and apparently gifts are a requirement. I had never heard of giving lots of gifts for Easter until this year, when social media made sure that I was inundated with consumerism. Every time I opened Facebook or Instagram I was bombarded with pictures of all of the stuff in other people’s Easter baskets. Copious amounts of Stuff. With a capital S. The great piles of books and new toys made me feel like I was looking at Christmas presents not Easter. I felt such pressure to go out and buy lots of Stuff for my own child. I have nothing against a gift or two to celebrate, but this was large baskets filled with lots of stuff. And that isn’t really the point of Easter. At all.
Easter is about celebrating the resurrection of our Lord who conquered death, not about getting more stuff. It is about the sacrifice of God’s Son so that we may be washed clean of sin. It is such a joyous and happy day! It’s sad that it is slowly becoming what Christmas has devolved into. Le sigh.
Now that I got that off my chest. How was your Easter?? Ours was rather quiet and simple. D had to work and SB and I stayed home, having gone to the Easter Vigil Mass on Saturday night. (She was pretty good for such a long service, though she was quite vocal and refused to stay in the carrier. Thankfully there were paper programs! She is a huge fan of paper.) So our Easter morning was quiet, breakfast of jelly toast and breakfast burritos. I told SB about the importance of the day, that it was a celebration of Jesus’s resurrection and His victory over the grave. She squealed at that, and then promptly crawled off to play with the very crumpled Triduum program we brought home. One day she’ll understand.
We kept our Easter baskets on the table until D came home so that he could be there when she got hers. The weather cleared up and the sun shone through so we could go outside on the deck and sit in the sun for a bit. We gave SB two play scarves in her basket, and she had fun pulling them out, but once they were out she was determined to find sticks and eat them instead. She’s a nature lover at heart.
It was a pretty happy day overall. I hope yours was as well!