Xander asked me yesterday if the Easter Bunny was "real in this world." Uh oh.
I said, "Well, what do you think?" He said, "Just tell me." So I did.
I told him that the Easter Bunny is not "real in this world," but it's fun to pretend. He said, "Then who puts stuff in my Easter basket?" I told him it was me and Daddy.
He asked why. I said, "Because we love you and it's a fun way to celebrate Easter. Do you remember what Easter is really about?" He said, "Something about God?" I said yes, it is when we are happy because Jesus died, but then came back to life!
He said, "Yeah, I knew that," then continued playing with his superheroes.
I honestly expected some sadness out of my tender-hearted, sentimental boy. (This is the same kid who quietly cried in his room for 20 minutes because a balloon he was playing with popped and he "loved" it.) But nope. Never said another word about it (yet).
I grew up thinking a giant bunny left me presents and candy, and it was fun. I don't think that it's "wrong" to do the bunny thing. And he believes in Santa. But something about the way he asked for the truth. . . I had to give it to him.
So for this year, no Easter Bunny at our house. Just the 5 of us, and God and Jesus. And although I thought it might be bittersweet, it's really just sweet. Just like this kid.
I hope he always searches for the Truth. And I hope his Daddy and I are able to show it to him.