This morning I was asked an important question.
Now being asked a question is not in itself a monumental moment. It happens on a regular basis in our household. The topics do vary and answers are given with a combination of elation, enjoyment, and occasionally frustration. Yet this mornings question was one I am positive has been asked, pondered and answered differently on many Easter mornings. It was also accompanied by an adjoining question that I am positive has been answered with the same zeal.
Dad where does the Easter bunny come from and how come he has eggs?
Studying the backs of my eyelids for an appropriate answer I tried recalling the wealth of Easter knowledge my parents bestowed upon my inquiring mind only to come up empty. Really? I have no answer for my son, nothing of humor or wit to make his little mind giggle at the mere ridiculousness of my statement! Come on, my dad surely had some bullshit story he passed down to me between picking at the Easter ham and two fingers of Black Velvet!
My child, still gazing up at me with wonderment is waiting very patiently for an answer.
What to say, what to say! Do I take the “I’m an educated adult path” and regale him with stories of Mary Magdalene carrying hard-boiled eggs to the tomb of Jesus only to have them turn brilliant (blood) red upon seeing the risen Christ? Or fill his little sponge like mind with old traditions; such as dyed or painted Easter eggs that celebrate springtime and the rejuvenation of man/life? WAIT! What about the darn rabbit? I mean is he old enough to understand the importance of the rabbit in medieval religious art? That it was widely believed the rabbit was in fact a hermaphrodite who could achieve immaculate conception thus tying it for ever to the Virgin Mary? That eggs from birds and rabbits giving birth all tie back to spring and the Vernal Equinox?
He’s still waiting for an answer and I can feel the sweat starting to form on my brow!
I know! I will sit him down at the computer and together we can discover the true meaning of the infamous Easter Bunny. Yes that’s how we will do it, father and son together on a journey, a quest if you will for answers only the infinity of the internet can divulge! Side by side staring into the abyss of information that is all but a keystroke away! Easter morning just him and I, reading, searching and learning while our other children are searching for eggs a n d e a t i n g c a n d y…….. Yeah that’s not gonna work…
No more pondering doe eyes, I can’t take it anymore so I lay the truth upon him..
Son the Easter bunny comes from a big green meadow just below the North Pole and south of Santa’s workshop where it plays all year with other forest creatures from every Disney movie ever created. The Disney forest creatures sing and laugh all day with the Easter bunny while they paint eggs for every child in the world! The tooth fairy is by their sides determining how much candy everyone will receive by the amount of teeth she has collected throughout the year. Then the night before Easter the bunny quietly distributes eggs in hidden places all over the world . He hides them for you to find so when you’ve eaten all the Easter candy from your Easter baskets you can run around burning off your uncontrollable sugar high!
Thinking I am in the clear, and its time for me to have two fingers of Jack Daniels; he then turns and asks matter-of-factly. Dad, how does he get all the eggs and candy around the world?
I tell him the discussion about the time-space continuum will have to wait for another day.
Damn being a lying parent is a pain in the butt!
3 thoughts on “Easter Bunny dilemma”
Definition of DILEMMA
: an argument presenting two or more equally conclusive alternatives against an opponent
a : a usually undesirable or unpleasant choice
Spelling is important too!
Thank you for the spell check. I proof read like crazy as I often misspell words due to my clumsy thumbs while typing.
As for the definition reminder I am confused by your reference. A “dilemma” refers to a problem offering two possibilities, neither of which is practically acceptable, or a problem involving a difficult choice. Such is the case in my story. To tell the truth and destroy the fantasy surrounding Easter to my son or continue the lie we all tell our children until they are old enough to understand.
Hi. I’d choose the latter. That’s how I raised my own children. Their dad worked for Walt Disney Imagineering. Empires have been built upon fantasy and imagination. Enjoy it.