To be honest, I had a really hard time thinking of a *disaster* that happened on or near the holidays. Sure we've had the cat climb the tree and bring it crashing down and we've had to deal with inclement weather keeping everyone from our parties -- there was even a few Christmasses there when I was too depressed to let anyone put up decorations until Christmas Eve, but the Holiday Spirit always seems to win out in the end. Then I remembered that one Easter...
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This little girl is not me, but I can SO relate to her tears!
My parents had just divorced and my dad had weekend visitation. I was old enough to know the Easter Bunny was just my parents (yeah that's a tale for another time...), and I woke up Easter Sunday and found my basket. I don't remember what was in it -- probably a stuffed animal and art supplies, or something like that -- but I remember what *wasn't* in it: Candy. I was a little disappointed but I knew Mom would have a basket with candy waiting for me when I got home.
At home it was the same thing though. No candy. I was so sad. Yeah, my mom went & got me some the next day -- and in the grand scheme of things this was not a big deal -- but it wasn't the same. Both of them had thought the other would be giving me candy, and they didn't want me to have too much, but to me Easter was about the Cheap Chocolate Easter Bunnies and Jelly Beans, and I didn't get either.
I can laugh about it now, but every Easter, I make sure I get myself some jelly beans and a cheap chocolate Easter rabbit. ^o^
Easter is about Marshmallow Peeps. I know you can get them for all the other holidays now, too, but unless they're bunnies or birds, they're just not right.
ReplyDeleteAwwww... My heart goes out to the ten year old you. One of the great things about being an adult is knowing just what the "little one" inside wants, and being able to deliver it!
ReplyDeleteSad tale. Typical, though, I think of the divorced situation. Glad you can laugh about it now.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you're getting yourself now what your ten-yerar-old self wanted then! My mom used to tell us that when she was a kid, she always wanted the big box of crayons, but her parents could only afford the box of eight crayons. So for one of her birthdays, my dad got her the box of 126 crayons! She loved it, and so did we all!
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