Mountains to Mangroves

How to explain Easter to a 6-year-old? The Zombie Jesus thing wasn’t quite appropriate. My extremely hard-to-follow Bible resurrection recollection was subpar. At best.

Nothing a quick AI inquiry can’t fix. “Hey Google, what’s Easter’s origin?” She (They? It?) kindly covered the holiday’s possible Pagan/Celtic origins as well as the Jesus Christ died for our sins version. The Jesus Christ part raised an eyebrow. My kiddo giggled with a sideways glance. He explained that they do not say that name at school – it’s a bad word. Hmm.

So. We celebrated the spring season today – cold wind and rain, warm sun, sprouting buds, all of it. I liked the idea of the day’s supposed Pagan origins, but a 20-minute search found nada worth citing. One Christian site noted that, since the holiday has basically become a commercial smorgasbord, it’s pretty much Pagan anyway. Follow your conscience, the site advised.

Anyway, eggs and candy. Candy eggs. Egg-shaped gum, gummies. I did not count, but estimate I had only four pieces of chocolate today. My son likely, nay, 100% surely, had more than that. We discussed this holiday-candy connection at bedtime. Ultimately it was concluded: eating candy all day on holidays – Christmas, Easter, Halloween – is just what you do.