I’m never really ready for Easter.
I know that getting all the kids out the door on time will be a challenge. My mind is already pulling together the details of the dinner that I’ll need to provide immediately after church. And, of course, it’s always tricky to cook when I’m not actually home. We’ll be at church and I’ll feel pressured to look better than usual and I’ll wish my boys would look like catalog models, but of course, I’ll just be glad to have them all sitting next to me in the balcony. At least my daughter will dress fancy.
I’m already tired, this year because I had to drive to Palm Desert this morning for a lacrosse game this afternoon. The worst part about the drive was backtracking. Forty-five minutes after we left, my daughter called to let me know that her lacrosse equipment was in the car. This was problematic because she was going to her lacrosse game with her dad and I was driving our son to his game.
Anyway, I had to turn back, adding an hour onto our two hour drive. So, we left home at 9:45 AM and arrived in Palm Desert at 1:20 PM, twenty minutes late.
We got home at 7 PM and then I had to go to the store to buy last minute groceries and some Easter baskets and candy to put in them.
It’s been a long week for me and my husband. For him, it was long because his oldest brother died unexpectedly from a suspected heart attack last Sunday morning. On Monday morning, he flew to Texas to be with his family. He returned this morning, in time to drive our daughter to lacrosse and a son to work.
While he was gone, I assumed all the driving-of-the-kids. One day I made ten separate drop-offs and pick-ups. (This is in addition to my regular old full-time job and housekeeping and napping.) The driving itself is mindless and makes me feel impatient, but the very worst part was getting my 16-year old son to high school by 7:45 AM, requiring us to leave home at 7:15 AM. For a lot of you, that might not be early but I work until at least midnight every night. I close my eyes at about 1 AM or even later.
I was sleep-deprived all week.
Right now, I need to retrieve baskets and candy from the car trunk so I can assemble Easter baskets for the youngest kids. (My oldest kids turned 21 this week. I can’t tell you how bizarre that seems to me.)
I’m not ready for Easter. (The cooking . . . the clean-up . . . the egg dye . . . the baskets . . . the everything that a mom has to do to make it all happen.)
But I’m ready for the Resurrection. I’m ready for life triumphing over death, for joy after sorrow, for sunrise after the dark nights. I’m ready to celebrate–in my heart, at least. (Start with the heart and the rest will follow.)
Happy Easter, everyone!