I will not be having Easter Basket anxiety this year. When I was a kid, my brother and I would wake up to cheap plastic baskets wrapped in cellophane. Our baskets were always perfect because they were incidental. The real magic was in the chocolate. My parents would hide Hershey’s kisses and M&M’s all over the house. My brother and I had such fun running around discovering sweet surprises that waited for us in unexpected places. This is what I remember most about Easter. I’m sure we went to church, I’m sure I had on a new pair of white patent leather Mary Janes, I’m sure my slip was showing, and I’m sure there was a meal, but as for the childhood memories, the magic was in the chocolate.
Hiding chocolates throughout the house on Easter morning is a tradition that has been in my family for generations, although my grandmother tells me that her mother hid jelly beans. Traditions are an important part of the family narrative that connect generations and create a shared identity and a sense of belonging to something bigger. Kids love to hear stories, especially the real ones, because they give them a sense of who they are and where they come from.
So, what’s your story?