He chuckled as he pulled the door closed behind him. We had gone into that bedroom far too many times since bedtime, so a chuckle was an odd noise for me to hear. I wouldn’t have bat an eye at a sigh or a grumble in frustration. But a chuckle in the midst of the bedtime battle was remarkable.
“He’s confused,” my husband told me as he tiptoed down the hall. “And it is so cute.”
Confused? About what?
“Easter. He is getting Jesus and the Easter Bunny mixed up. He keeps saying ‘Jesus is coming!’”
Twas the night before Easter and all through the house…
Depending on the way you look at it, Easter can seem funny. Cameron had even remarked on the ridiculousness earlier that day.
“It’s going to be Easter Day and there’s going to be treats and I’m going to get treats and Mommy’s going to get treats and Daddy’s going to get treats and Gabin’s going to get treats and the Easter Bunny is going great to come and hide Easter eggs! … … That’s so silly! ”
I am so proud of that boy.
We like to mix our secular holidays with our religious ones in this house. This is probably more my husband’s doing, but it is fun to be a part of. Still, I always wonder if my children would be able to fall a little deeper into their faith foundation if the mystery of each holiday wasn’t found in fairy tales and untruths and an abundance of stuff, but if it was rooted instead in the things that faith is made of; Old stories and traditions and miracles.
Maybe my three year old has it all worked out after all. Sure the Easter Bunny comes with chocolate and games and new pajamas. But on the night before Easter, in the middle of that dark, cold night, the Easter Bunny is all fluff and silliness. What is really important is not who is hopping around the corner, but who is leaping from the grave, bringing light and life and a morning to the darkness.
If I want my son to believe in anything, I think I know which one I’d choose. And I am so glad that it was that story he focused on this Easter. He wasn’t confused. Not at all.
Jesus is coming. Alleluia.