Last year was the first post-divorce Easter. It used to be my favorite holiday because one of my children has a birthday right before it and one has one right after. It was much harder last year than today, although I still can’t bring myself to celebrate the rising of my Lord and Savior. I’ve had two years now to adapt to parental alienation and to life – as if there is one – without my four children.
He may have won custody, and he may keep us from contacting each other, but he can never replace me with a new girlfriend or new family traditions. I know that now. I guess that’s what I didn’t know last year, and since I can’t be with my children today or hear their voices, I decided to honor them by remembering our family traditions.
- Waking up to squeals of delight as children found their Easter baskets at sunrise.
- Homemade French toast and syrup for breakfast.
- Dying boiled eggs and hiding them for the kids to find.
- Making deviled eggs and tuna salad sandwiches from the “found” eggs.
- Visiting family or calling them on the phone.
- Blowing bubbles outside in the sunshine
- Looking for new four-leaf clovers, and finding caterpillars and budding flowers
- Watching old Bible story movies.
To Amanda, Kaitlyn, Austin, and Katerina:
Mommy loves you all. You keep on growing. Develop your own opinions. They have merit. You will always be my babies. Nothing your father can do will ever change my love for you. Enjoy today. We will see each other and speak to each other on the first Saturday of the month, like every month, when we will have Easter on April 6th, and celebrate two of your birthdays.