Once again, I come downstairs (7:30 am is sleeping in for a teacher) this Sunday morning, sign onto my Facebook with a cup of decaf (I’m contemplating going back to high test, but that’s another topic), and find posts of proud mommies with the Easter baskets they made for their kids. But not pics like this:
We’re talking super-sized, gut-busting gluttonous baskets, pails and sacks of Lord-knows-what.
When did Easter get to be another opportunity to over indulge and keep kids in Entitlement Mode?
Last I checked, Easter, is NOT about a bunny; it’s about Christians celebrating the resurrection of Jesus, whom they accept as their personal savior.
I am a purist when it comes to religion; it really irks me to see the origin of a holiday take a back seat to consumerism and nonsense that has nothing to do with the spirit of the day.
It’s as if every time I see a giant bunny rabbit with a bow-tie handing out plastic eggs with candy, I get this vision of Jesus on the cross, clearing his throat and saying:
Psssst… Hey, you… yeah, YOU! The one with their kids slamming jelly beans and hunting for eggs? I’m dying’ over here! Like, literally!!! Remember me??? It’d be nice if you do me a solid and mention to your children that I’m the reason why you’ve got this whole basket gig on Sunday morning…
Children benefit from learning about customs and family traditions; it gives them a sense of belonging and identity. But that’s only if they understand the meaning behind the actions. Otherwise, the effort put into making all those goody baskets is all for naught.
So please, if you go through all the work to assemble gifts or other activities for this HOLY-day, make the same effort to teach your children the true definition of Easter- church service, and all. Otherwise, what are they really learning from you?
Make the #153Promise to educate your family about your religion so they don’t turn to worshiping the wrong god of consumerism.