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Easter and Childhood Insanity

Updated on June 9, 2011

Easter meant only one thing: Temporary Insanity

Its Easter its Easter. C’mon let’s get up, it’s Easter. Let’s go see what the Easter Bunny brought? C’mon lets go G let’s go! That was me every Easter from about age four until eleven. I don’t know what it was about Easter that always got me so revved up, in some way even more so than Christmas or Halloween. This was my favorite holiday and I was going to get my share. I had to get psyched up as the youngest of three I was usually low on the totem when it came to getting the Easter Bunny spoils. But every year was another chance to redeem myself and improve on last year’s lowly take.

The funny thing is I am pretty sure I was the only one in my family who got completely out of my mind excited. My mother dutifully did the job and hid the Easter eggs, the little chocolate morsels, the slightly larger marshmallow filled eggs, and of course the chocolate bunny’s, the big kahunas of Easter. My father sat back and watched the proceedings, probably more than a little amused by my Taz impression. My sister seemed mildly excited and my brother maybe only paced my excitement more out of his sense of a duty to side with me than as result of his own genuine choco mania. I am not saying it wasn’t a good day for all of us but I am guessing for my parents the dinner and the visit to church were more important.

Like many Easter loving children though, my whole raison d’être on Easter was those yummy chocolaty goodies. As we built up to the special day at school, decorating eggs and doing any number of Easter related crafts and projects, my excitement would begin to build until I could barely take it. I am sure I rarely slept the night before and like Christmas I would spend the whole time in bed imagining all of the great bounty to come in the morning. I just wish now that someone would have noticed and helped me calm down because it must not have been good for my young heart to be going through all that hype and excitement.

Easter: Are kids today more lucky?

I think kids are so lucky today. Schools tend to opt out of Easter activities for PC reasons and our society is a lot more diverse and secular. Most kids don’t have to suffer the nerve rattling build up to Easter that I experienced. The anxiety I went through was something no kid should experience...did I just write that? Of course I don’t believe a single word of what I just wrote. I wish every child could experience what I went through every Easter. Part of being a child is having that innocent wide eyed enthusiasm for life and then upping the adrenaline another notch on special occasions like Easter. Sure it was pure insanity but for me a day like Easter meant I was really living and it meant being a child was a good thing.

Today kids already get over stimulated with video games, TV shows, and all kinds of other cool gadgets and maybe this just makes an event like an Easter egg hunt seem...well...uneventful. Many children also seem to be in a hurry to grow up and appear to develop that ‘too cool for school' attitude at an ever increasingly young age. Maybe events like Easter just don’t seem as important to kids nowadays. Maybe they already get more than enough in terms of special treats and candy but you would think with so many parents worried about their kids’ health and eating habits that maybe a day of chocolate insanity would be welcomed with a little more enthusiasm. I am sure many children and families still find a way to give Easter meaning but I also know some parents who have had the nerve to, it pains me to say it, greatly cut back on the chocolate spoils left by Mr. Bunny.I think I just teared up a little!

Easter insanity: An innate right of childhood

To me it is a little sad that some of us can’t just allow one day for making an exception and just letting our little angels go a little off the deep end. Even though I always had the smallest take in my family it didn't really matter. I am glad I had that one day to go choco-crazy and then melt down at bedtime. To me in a lot of ways it just seems like an innate right of childhood. But the world always seems to change and maybe kids have enough other opportunities for fun so I probably shouldn’t feel too sorry for them. Still there is a part of me that hopes there are a few throwback kids and parents out there who know the importance of a really good chocolate bender. Somewhere out there a young mind will soon be dreaming of Easter and all the excitement that crazy frantic search for chocolate will bring.

I know as a child I missed most of the religious aspect of Easter but cut me some slack I was only a kid. I mean I kind of got the whole big picture later in the day but any time before the actual day, the only thing that truly mattered was where that bunny would be hiding his tasty treasure. I can’t imagine it having been any different, even on the few Easter’s that concluded with my mother having to rub my aching tummy at bed time and me falsely swearing I would never touch chocolate again. Yes indeed if I could do it all again I wouldn't change a thing.

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      Emma 7 years ago from Houston TX

      Interesting article that is well shared.thanks

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      Wendy Iturrizaga 7 years ago from France

      Reminds me of my boy, he goes chocolate mad too.

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      Reynold Jay 7 years ago from Saginaw, Michigan

      Lots of good memories in this. The Easter hunt is one of the scenes in my novel Gold of Mansa Musa. I enjoyed this very much. You have this laid out beautifully and it is easy to understand. Keep up the great HUBS. Up one and awesome. Hey! I'm now your fan! RJ

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      TPSicotte 7 years ago from The Great White North

      Thanks D and Zeesha. D that story is too funny, gotta love your grandfather.

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      zeeshaa 7 years ago

      very useful hub you posted . thanks for good sharing . i like it . keep it up.

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      Emma 7 years ago from UK

      I once went missing with some chocolate bunnies. I had been given the great mission at 6 years old to walk two front doors with Two Easter chocolate bunnies. One for my brother and one for me. My brother must have been annoying me that day. Because My mum thought I was at my grandparents. They thought I was back home...Long story short. When they got me . i was behind next doors wall with chocolate round my face and my grandfather saved me . Because I was gonna get my back side kicked. My mother running at me one way. And grandmother the other. He swooped me up and ran to the house with me.I will be eternally grateful to him!