Since I became an aunty, every Easter I’ve found myself running into the same conundrum: how much chocolate do you buy for the kids in your family? Growing up, I don’t ever remember having this discussion.
I would take part in Easter hat parades at school and go on Easter egg hunts with friends. We would fill our stomachs with chocolate and I never heard a parent, mine included, utter a word of complaint.
Yet in recent years, I’ve hesitated when I reach the chocolate aisle come April. I always want to buy something for my niece, 7, and nephew, 4, whether it be a Cadbury Easter egg, a Lindt gold bunny, or anything else lining the chocolate aisle at my local Woolies.
My brother-in-law, however, doesn’t like my niece and nephew eating chocolate. He insists we shouldn’t buy them anything for Easter and forgo the entire tradition entirely.
“Please, they don’t eat it. Don’t buy it for them,” he begs.
Yet I still tend to buy them something little. I don’t want them to feel as though they’re missing out or as though I as their aunty, don’t care about them. That couldn’t be further from the truth.
So this year I went for a 250 gram Cadbury bunny for each of them. They were on sale and I honestly didn’t see the harm in it at the time. If my brother-in-law wanted to stash them at the back of the pantry, or even throw them in the bin, that’s his prerogative. I would’ve been none the wiser.