Another mom post!
My mom had a way of making EVERY holiday special. Did not matter if it was a “small” holiday (St. Patrick’s Day, for example) or a major holiday (like Christmas). Her efforts to make holidays special have definitely rubbed off on me. For Easter this year, I gave some of the folks who have really helped me through the last 8 months (starting in August when my mom was diagnosed) a special little something (Peeps with a note that said “Happy Easter to one of my favorite PEEPS – thank you Pinterest!). That little gift isn’t enough to thank them for everything they’ve done – listen to me, cry with me, take time out of their busy schedules to let me sit in their office, etc. I’ve said this before, but you never really know how much people care for you and are there for you until something like this happens. THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU. You know who you are and I will never forget the help you have given me (and continue to give me). While the folks that have been such a HUGE help to me aren’t much older than me, they somehow fill a little of the emptiness I feel right now. Whew. ENOUGH THAT, YA’LL! (I spent a lot of time with my super southern friend Jackie yesterday,so forgive the southern accent coming through in my writing!)
Back to mom and Easter. Growing up, we ALWAYS had an easter egg hunt around the house. The eggs would have clues in them to lead me to the next egg. My mom was a very good writer and the clues would totally rhyme and make me think about where to go next. Sometimes, there would be some chocolate in the egg as well. My mom was VERY afraid of lizards, so this egg hunt always took place inside the house. One of my favorite years, the end result of the hunt was that bear that was dressed as a lumber jack, anyone remember him? As I got older, I got gift certificates (to Target, of course), lots of gum (I’m addicted), books, and sometimes, big ticket items like a new VCR or television. Easter was not all about the gifts, however. We aren’t a family that belongs to a church, but we DO make it a point to spend time together during a holiday (really, every Sunday was dinner with the parents night, because that’s what good Italian households do, but holidays were extra special). For Easter, we would always have stuffed shells (a holiday favorite). Mom’s stuffed shells had mushrooms, spinach, pasta sauce that she started making early in the morning and let simmer all day, and ricotta and parm cheese; garlic bread on the side. My dad also helped in making this meal. My mom always laid out a beautiful Martha Stewart-esque table scape, where there were always hard boiled eggs and chocolate bunnies at our place settings. We would enjoy this wonderful meal together each year and it was something I looked forward to. We even dyed Easter eggs – up until last year. Yes, I am 36 years old. This year, we are starting new traditions. My dad is going to come to my house. I’m making Pad Thai. Not what you would typically think of as an Easter meal, but that’s sort of the point. My plan is to make it as special as possible…
Happy Easter to my friends and readers! You mean so much to me and probably don’t even really know it 🙂