This week my kids have been learning about how Jesus was 'brought back to life' by God in their preschool and how the Easter Bunny is God's helper. Confused? So are they!
Yesterday I frantically took Macy to the vet after an hour of her shaking and wondering if she had eaten something that she wasn't supposed to. Having just dealt with Hurricane's death the kids are a little obsessive over death. But because of Easter, my kids now think it is OK if you die because God will just bring you back to life. I had to spend half an hour explaining to my kids that's not what happens.
Nic is traveling and this is the 3rd Easter in a row I have spent on my own. I quickly ran outside and threw (yes threw) plastic chocolate filled eggs all over the lawn. I got to see their faces as they ran around excited and I got to explain the life and death lesson. I hate the fact that Nic's job takes him away at times like this. Last year he missed every holiday up until Labor day. This year I have been lucky enough to have him not travel until now, and I miss him not being here I miss the fact that when the kids get a little crazy he can help calm the situation. I know there are going to be many more times like this that he's going to miss out on and it makes me sad for him and the kids.