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April 27, 2011

Call me crazy . . .

But I didn’t realize how widespread the whole Easter basket phenomenon is.  All day I’ve been seeing friends’ Facebook and blog posts showing either their kids’ or their own Easter baskets.  The topic came up frequently at church yesterday with wives lamenting that their husbands did not get them Easter baskets.  And I was just completely dumbfounded.

It’s not that I never got an Easter basket growing up, because I did.  Sometimes.  But I guess my memory was that we only started down that path once we were celebrating holidays with my cousins, who got Easter outfits and baskets, and so my mom did not want us to feel left out.  In my mind, Easter baskets and the attendant gifts were something that my cousins did — and we were lucky enough to benefit from their tradition.

Maybe I’ve been married to Neal, eschewer-of-all-things-holiday, too long, but even when I figured out that virtually everyone (religious or not) celebrates Easter the same way my cousins did, I didn’t feel bad about the omission.  Someday we’ll dye eggs with Addison, but I’m getting pretty comfortable with the idea of postponing all the hoopla until she really gets it and really thinks I’m a mean old witch for depriving her.

We did, however, watch this video together.

And I reflected on some of the dark places I’ve been in my life, how trapped and alone I felt, how excruciating it all was and still is when those times come again, as they sometimes have in the last several months.  And I reflected on that miracle of all miracles: that I have been delivered, again and again, even though I hardly deserved so much mercy.



  1. Wait a minute, WIVES lamenting that their husbands didn’t get them easter baskets? I have never heard of such a thing.

    Comment by Kirsten — April 27, 2011 @ 6:55 pm

    • Some of it was definitely half-joking (like there should be a lesson in Elders’ Quorum about how to make a proper Easter basket for your wife), but I was just surprised that people cared so much about Easter baskets.

      Comment by llcall — April 27, 2011 @ 7:23 pm

  2. Linds — we separate out the fun from the “real”…. Sweet focus [spiritual] for Easter. The other, we celebrate on Earth Day…celebrating life, rebirth and in a fun way etc. Often, Earth Day is weeks away from Easter all together.

    Comment by holly — April 28, 2011 @ 3:24 am

  3. I’ve never heard of couples doing baskets for each other (except that Ry and I did it when we were dating, but it was not a big deal). Right now we’re not doing them either, and I had an experience where one of my YW thinks I’m kind of mean and crazy for not inviting Santa or the Easter Bunny to her house. I told her we’ll have the Bunny long before we have Santa, but I really don’t know how to go about this tradition in a way I’m comfortable with. I mean, I loved my basket growing up, and I did get a testimony of the Savior, but I just don’t know how I can justifiably bring a bunny into the story of the resurrection. And I’m not comfortable with just doing it because everyone else does. Demanding personal/spiritual meaning in everything gets really difficult for me . . .

    Comment by vblanchard — April 29, 2011 @ 11:19 am

  4. We’ve some electricity again, but it is not totally back. (In Huntsville, AL, we’ve been w/o power since our crazy weather day a week ago, 4/27/11.) I’m amazed I could actually reach this post! Probably because of the late hour, & letting it work forever while I read up on “Europe & the Wars of Religion (1500-1700).” Plus fewer people are competing for electricity at midnight this week in HSV.

    BUT since I do have computer access this minute, and I’m on this site, let me share a conversation my sister (who planned to be Santa-free for her children’s sake) had with me when her oldest, Nathan, was about age four.
    Me: “How’s it going not incorporating Santa into the holiday?”
    Karen: “He doesn’t believe us when we say there is no Santa, even though we assure him there is none.”
    Me: “Really! Go figure. Maybe one could weave in St. Nicholas who actually lived. Teaching historical acts of benevolence cannot be bad…”

    Kids. They pick up things from their surrounding culture. I remember teaching our young ones to call their father “wise Papa.” When they started school, suddenly Neal started calling his wise Papa “Dad.” I turned and stared at him. Where did he pick THAT up? He still likes to use “Dad,” the rascal!

    Comment by Lorie Call — May 4, 2011 @ 4:55 am

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