One of the challenges of a shared custody agreement is that on alternating holidays your child is with the other parent. That reality pretty much shapes the way I view the activities I plan for any given holiday. For all of my parenting life my celebrations of holidays have been about making my children happy.
Of course, I have to qualify that I am primarily talking about the children that are not adults already. Cory, even though he is now 25, refuses to relinquish his baby of the family status – but only as it applies to special treatment. He doesn’t much care to hear his mother’s advice on the choices he should make in life, but he still wants all the treats and special attention that come with holidays. I have, on occasion, capitulated to his whining on this topic, but increasingly I have insisted that he needs to let go of the baby slot. He does, after all, have a teenage sister who isn’t all that keen about sharing it with him (and I am being tremendously gracious in the characterization of Cheyenne’s patience).
This Easter is a one baby event occupied solely by Cheyenne and she is with her dad for the holiday. I will have to wait until she returns to bestow my Easter attention on her. As such, this year I decided to start a new, every-other-year Easter tradition. I decided to re-envision Peter Cottontail to suit an adult-only holiday.
Now, I am not sure exactly how my Peter Cottontail is going to attach that tail…but given the rest of the outfit, I probably won’t even notice if the tail is missing. Hippity, hoppity Easter’s on its way!
Happy Easter all!
Day one thousand three hundred and sixty-two of the new forty – obla di obla da