I had no idea that it was Easter this weekend until just a few days ago. I just lose track of time now, I guess. Holidays really don’t mean anything to me anymore so I’m not surprised.
Every Easter, I would tell Loser that I had never gotten to go on an Easter egg hunt and one thing that I had always wanted was one of those hollow chocolate bunnies with those googly eyes.
I don’t know why I was hoping that one year he might surprise me with one of those bunnies and my very own egg hunt. It never happened, of course.
I remember all the Easters of yesterday, when I painted and colored eggs for my children. I made sure they had elaborate baskets (not the ones you get pre-made) and that those baskets were full of goodies and a bunny rabbit made just for them. I always included something special, depending on what they were into that particular year. I stuffed them with their favorite candies and sometimes, they got their own movie in their basket. I loved to watch them looking for the eggs I had hidden all over the yard and hearing them squeal with delight every time they found one.
There was always one special egg that, when found, garnered a special prize. The prize? A hollow chocolate bunny with googly eyes.
They don’t remember any of that, though.
I told my son to “pay attention.” I said “if your girlfriend just casually mentions that she’d like to eat a slice of pizza while sitting on a park bench, remember it.”
I said “if you remember something like that, she will never forget something like that.”
If Loser had just cared enough about me to pay attention now and then, it would have been so easy for him to fulfill one of my lifelong, never realized childhood dreams. It would have been more special to me than a diamond ring or a pendant or a bracelet and it would have been a memory that I would have treasured for the rest of my life.
But he didn’t.
Happy Easter Everybody!