My husband and I are big on holiday traditions, Easter being one of those holidays. There was a time when if I didn’t do what was expected of me around a holiday, I felt guilty. I even wrote several posts telling  just how much traditions meant to our family. Maybe I spoke to soon. Or maybe I’m just tired for now.

Easter is this Sunday. You wouldn’t know it when you walk into our house this year. You wouldn’t even see any evidence of it on the outside. For years, there were huge plastic Easter eggs sitting in chairs on the front porch with a basket on a table. Not this year. When you walked indoors, you would find stuffed animal bunnies on a bench by the front door, and many Easter ornaments throughout the house. You won’t find them this year either. I didn’t even buy the traditional egg dying kit.

My husband is a bit disappointed that we let it go this year. There really does come a time when traditions need to be altered or changed, but only temporarily. Now begins one of those times. He was concerned that the kids would say something. Not a word was said by either one on recent visits to the house. Perhaps they get it or they don’t care that much about it now either.

The next phase of the holiday tradition, whether it be Easter or any other, will revolve around grandchildren, more than their parents or grandparents. I look forward to resuming the tradition the way it’s been for years and years. In the interim, I will gladly take a break. My husband will not have to go up into the attic to drag down boxes and containers. We are going to a relative for Easter brunch. That morning will now consist of the two of us just sitting and chilling. No hunting for baskets for now, or hunting for eggs. My feeling is that none of this went on during biblical times anyway.

I was the first one to defend my actions to some coworkers years ago, who thought I was crazy to keep doing what I did, even when the kids were grown. The kids wanted it back then. They also still lived here at home. Now they are out living their own lives. I think it’s okay for us to now stop and wait until we get that first grandchild.  Who knows? It could be sooner than later. Until then, I won’t be stuffing myself with chocolate eggs or peeps. Just enjoying the day for what it is.