a few weeks ago we had some families over. as soon as the front door opened the boys raced up our stairs. we waited, confused as the husbands fetched the kids. the boys returned but seemed more perplexed than we were.
“where are your legos???”
their whines held an accusatory tone directed at christian.
where are his legos? his legos are tucked in their brand new, sealed boxes on a top shelf of an empty bedroom. it’s the bedroom i call the kids’ room. when i enter it i always see an invisible bunk bed even though my sewing machine lives there.
other legos, holiday legos, are carefully put on display. the kitchen window sill is currently in business for easter.
i also love bunnies. specifically fiver from watership down.
last month i was so excited about my pier 1 purchase of three bunnies. i didn’t announce their arrival into our home – i just nestled them together on the counter in the downstairs bathroom. christian quickly spotted them and asked what they were doing there.
“they’re easter bunnies.” i said. he just shrugged.
everything about easter makes me happy, even though last month the costco easter dress display made me cry. i was captivated by all the pastel painted dresses. christian, a bit ahead, didn’t realize he’d lost me to the siren call of ribbons and ruffles.
even though i have four tubs full of hand me down and new baby clothes tucked away in the baby room, i struggled internally with all the reasons why it wasn’t practical for me to buy any one day easter dresses. at least not today.
i haven’t purchased any one day baby anythings since last july.
and so i stood there, overwhelmed by tears provoked by that holiday fabric. it lasted just a few seconds and then passed, perplexing christian that a dress could make me cry.
but then, i don’t think boys really understand easter dresses to begin with.