Easter hasn’t always held a special place in my heart. I love all of our Easter family traditions – I love the big meal and how we cook together and eat together, I love watching my kids color eggs, I love hiding plastic eggs and watching my kids’ faces light up when the eggs are found and opened, and I also love putting together special Easter outfits for my kids (even though my 11 and 15 year old are over this tradition and my toddler prefers to be naked.)
But we don’t necessarily celebrate the religious aspect of Easter (although we have family discussions about it), and I don’t love all the candy and sugar it’s associated with, and I don’t love the pressure society seems to put onto parents about celebrating the arrival of the Easter bunny and filling basket with loads of chocolates, jelly beans, and peeps – the latter of which usually end up in the trash because we all know when there’s a choice between jelly beans, peeps, and chocolate, chocolate will always win.