Spring is comin’!

Yesterday, I pulled into my driveway after work and noticed a glimpse of green.  I stopped my car for a moment and looked harder.  The green was coming from the tree in the front yard.  I call it the “Teenager Tree” because it has bad posture with a slight lean from the wind.  It’s also tall and gangly and looks like it needs to “eat a little more” to fill out.  This is the tree that drops its leaves every fall with just the mention of the word “autumn.”

You get the idea.

So, I was surprised to see green buds on it.  “It’s only April,” I said to myself, “surely, spring is not coming so soon.”

Let me explain. I live in Wyoming.  Enough said.

“If the teen is green,” I exclaimed in a happy accidental rhyme, “perhaps the lilacs are coming.”  I parked my car and went to investigate.

Sure enough, green leaves are on the lilac bushes.  And, more importantly, little tiny-baby lilacs are budding.   They are so tiny, my camera couldn’t even focus on them.  However, they are there.

Of course, this is Wyoming.  We are still due a spring snowstorm… any day now.  And that may kill the lilacs.   But for today, today it is springtime in Wyoming.

Ahhh.

photo by ck's days

photo by ck’s days

Acceptable Lies We Tell Our Children

I fully realize this topic may be considered trite.  But I’m jumping in anyway.  How did we as a culture accept something as disconcerting as a giant-egg-hiding-rabbit known as the Easter Bunny?  I googled it to discover the mastermind behind the mutant-hare lore.  Let me enlighten you.

According to easterbunny.net (yes, even freaky mythical creatures have their own website):

 The Easter bunny has its origin in pre-Christian fertility lore. The Hare and the Rabbit were the most fertile animals known and they served as symbols of the new life during the Spring season.

The bunny as an Easter symbol seems to have it’s origins in Germany, where it was first mentioned in German writings in the 1500s. The first edible Easter bunnies were made in Germany during the early 1800s. These were made of pastry and sugar.

The Easter bunny was introduced to American folklore by the German settlers who arrived in the Pennsylvania Dutch country during the 1700s. The arrival of the “Oschter Haws” was considered “childhood’s greatest pleasure” next to a visit from Christ-Kindel on Christmas Eve. The children believed that if they were good the “Oschter Haws” would lay a nest of colored eggs.

So, basically it’s a pagan tradition with a sprinkle of Christian symbolism forced on it later and watered down with time to achieve arguably the scariest lie we tell children.  A one-two punch to perpetuate the need for therapy as adults.

Now, I’m no Dorey Walker.  I have whimsy.  I’m pro-Santa, after all.  Sure, we spend the first few years of child’s life lying, sneaking, and being tricky.  But it’s all in fun.  And children are resilient.  They tend to forgive us for the deceit once they get initiated into “the know.”

It’s not a double standard.  There is a difference – humongous difference- between a benevolent, rotund man and a monster like rabbit.  Regular-sized rabbits = cute.  Giant, man-sized rabbits = creepy.

My brother often tells the story of how he found out the truth.  Apparently, dad bluntly told him.  When he was still very young and all his friends still believed.  I have to agree with dad on this one.  True, once RH found out about the truth about the bunny, it didn’t take long to connect the dots about Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and pretty much all the (wink, wink) gift giving creatures.  Hence the dilemma.  I guess that’s why the myth has flourished over the years.  Either we indulge the lie or else we are kill-joys.

So the Easter Bunny legend lives on.  Because who wants to be the one ‘fess up?

originally published April 9, 2012

Because of Him

You laid down your head,

you closed your eyes.

Leaving when there’s more to be said,

without saying goodbye.

Why has this happened,

why has this happened to me?

When I seem to lose all hope, I hear a voice saying:

Don’t worry. I’ll be with you when I can, just go on,

please stay strong.

Do not worry, you may not see me right now

but I know somehow,

I will hold you, I will see you, I will feel you again.

But don’t worry, I’ll never really leave you,

because of Him.

 

I’ve given my greatest sacrifice and put my heart to the test.

But I realize, I’m not the only one to go through this.

I think of my Brother and what he went through –

because of Him I can hope, because of Him, I can be comforted,

because of Him,  I hear a voice saying:

Don’t worry, I’m with you always, just go on,

please stay strong.

Do not worry, you may not see me right now,

but I know somehow,

I will hold you, I will see you, I will feel you again.

But don’t you worry, I’ll never really leave you

because of Him.

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