I’m wondering how long I have to keep up this Easter Bunny caper. I know, I know… pretending there is an Easter Bunny is part of the magic of childhood and a good mother would keep it up as long as possible to the point where she works hard to convince her children the Easter Bunny IS real (eye twitching with madness the entire time).
Here’s the thing, I’m sick of lying to them. It’s cute when they’re little, but they trust me to tell them the truth.
WHY DOES SOCIETY FORCE ME TO LIE TO MY CHILDREN?
Yes there’s a Santa, yes there’s a tooth fairy, yes there’s an Easter Bunny. I mean, come on.
Yes little fella, I have you in my sights, you furry little pest.
Can’t Easter be just as magical without the existence of a giant, mythical rabbit who creeps all over our backyard hiding chocolate eggs? If I was a child, I’d be scared to death at that thought.
Can’t Easter be just as enjoyable without me having to wake up at 4am to hide eggs? Yes, 4am. I hid them the night before one year and ants, aggressive little black ants, ate half of the eggs before we could find them!
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What! My eldest is 28 and those who live at home still get a visit from the easter bunny!
If children don't act like children and be silly and believe in ridiculous things in childhood, a crucial psychological phase in a person's life, they will do it in adulthood because they missed out. Too many parents are raising little adults these days, for their own convenience. Children need to be children for as long as possible, in order to be functional adults and get all the childishness out of them. I tell my children their only job in life as a kid is to have fun. It's so important.
Now I understand why my MIL is possibly so emotionally immature at times.