Yesterday was Easter (April 12, 2020) and it was our first holiday in self isolation. For our family this was a strange experience, as I’m sure it was for many other families. Our day looked nothing like our usual Easter celebration and it was an odd experience.
Our usual Easter celebration consists of the kids getting their baskets as soon as they wake up and they play with their goodies while dad and I get ready for the day. Normally we have coordinated outfits, that I have spent weeks fretting over; just so I can get that one good family picture from the day. And we always go to my in-law’s house. There we all play outside with new toys, games, and chalk or bubbles. My mother-in-law and father-in-law cook us the most amazing home cooked meal. After we have all eaten ourselves sick, all the adults and big kids take turns hiding eggs for the littles.
Now this is not what happened this year. This year I didn’t bother finding clothes that coordinated but weren’t too matchy-matchy. In fact, I didn’t bother finding new clothes at all. And normally those little baskets are meticulously filled with thoughtful toys, candy, snacks, and usually some sort of clothing or shoes, specifically picked with each child in mind. But this year this was not a luxury I was afforded. This year my husband had to do his best to pick out those premade baskets from the store. He’s never done this alone before. (I’m very opinionated about things like this, sue me.) And I just had to go with the flow, which is very hard for me. But he made the best choices he could with what little was available and our babies were happy, so that’s all that matters!
It was also raining here so we couldn’t even enjoy the outdoors here at home. So our day was pretty lazy. We watched movies, and really not much of anything else. It was really a gloomy boring day, if I must say. This is just not what we are used to. I’m sure this is how many other families felt about yesterday. It just wasn’t the same. And for me, it was kind of a sad day. I’m not sure if that’s how I should feel, but I do.
We didn’t even make a special meal. This is mostly because I am the world’s worst cook. And I wasn’t feeling like calling the fire department on Easter ya’ll. We just did a normal everyday meal. Which has been an odd thing during self isolation here lately. We haven’t had a single trip to any of the stores in our area where we could find everything on our usual grocery list. In fact my husband has been having to go to two and three stores to find odds and ends that we can mix together to make some sort of resemblance to a meal. And honestly, by now, I’m over it! I don’t want to cook anymore. I don’t know how to cook many things. And having an odds and ends Easter dinner was a bummer.
I’m fairly certain my kids won’t remember this Easter, and frankly I’m glad! This Easter was lame. Just my opinion. And I fully recognize that some of this was my own doing, but ya’ll, this current world situation is depressing. I know I could have put in more effort to make it a ‘thing’ but honestly, I just hope this whole quarantine/social distancing/self isolation, is just a small blip in my kid’s memory. I don’t want them to make depressing memories. I want this Easter to be one of those that just slides under the radar of their memories. And I have no idea if that’s what I’m supposed to do as a mother, but it’s what I’m doing.
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