Happy Easter everyone.
I hope you are having a wonderful day, filled with joy and reverence and lots of love.
I have a little story that I love to tell the children at Easter time. It’s from Easter when Kitty was 3 and Teddy was still a twinkle in my belly.
It was the night before Easter and, as is our tradition in South Africa, Kitty and I had spent all day making her an Easter basket for the Easter bunny to leave her Easter eggs in. We had woven straw and sticks together and lined it with soft grass. It was perfect.
Bedtime came and we placed it at the end of Kitty’s bed so that she could wake up on Easter morning and see what the bunny had brought her.
I kissed her goodnight, turned off the light and left her to go to sleep.
5 minutes later, her door opened and there she stood.
‘Why are you up?’ I asked.
‘I don’t want my basket on my bed. I’ve decided that I want it on the floor next to my bed.’ she replied.
So, I moved it to the floor, kissed her goodnight, turned off the light and left her to go to sleep.
5 minutes later, her door opened and there she stood.
‘Why are you up now?’ I asked.
‘I don’t want my basket near my bed. I’ve decided that I want it on the floor at my door.’ she replied.
So, I moved it far away from her bed, near the door, kissed her goodnight, turned off the light and left her to go to sleep.
5 minutes later, her door opened and there she stood.
‘Kitty?’ I asked.
‘I don’t want my basket in my room. I’ve decided that I want it in the living room.’ she replied.
So, I moved it into the living room, kissed her goodnight, turned off the light and left her to go to sleep.
5 minutes later, her door opened and there she stood.
‘What now?’ I asked.
‘I don’t want my basket in the house. I’ve decided that I want it on the front porch.’ she replied.
So, I moved it outside the house, kissed her goodnight, turned off the light and left her to go to sleep.
She went to sleep.
We laugh very much when we tell this story. Poor little child… we imagine her lying in bed, imagining the HUGE Easter bunny entering her room, hopping close to her bed and we realize how utterly terrifying the vision must have been to her 3-year-old self. No wonder she wanted her basket outside the house!
So, now it’s our tradition to leave our Easter baskets on the front porch and the Easter bunny doesn’t even have to come into our house.
We sleep much better knowing this.
Each Easter, I share the story of the birth of our very own Easter Bunny… partly because I know you guys love it… but also because we love remembering it in The Sunny House too.
The Birth of BunBuns
Happy Easter.
Blessings and magic,
Donni
