Easter has always been one of my favourite holidays. I have such memories of dying Easter eggs and searching for countless eggs. Of eating chocolate for breakfast and watching the Disney Easter Parade. I remember singing “in your Easter bonnet” around the house with a straw hat on my head. As a teenager I insisted we go through the traditions for far longer than was necessary. Even in college I would break out the egg coloring kids and baskets. I love Easter.
My first few Easters in Ireland were particularly hard for me. There was no egg dying, no Easter Bunny and certainly no baskets. I knew damn well if I was going to stay here and make this work easter had to change. For years mom sent me Spring care packages filled with Paaz kits and jelly beans. I’ve filled luggage with plastic fillable Easter eggs and pastel colored grass. I’ve shopped Michael’s and Target for the perfect baskets and brought them back as carry on luggage.
Easter became one of our first family holiday traditions here. It was a holiday that seemed to be all our own…. I introduced my American traditions or Egg colouring & baskets to the King and Princess B. I filled the eggs for them to find & we ate chocolate for breakfast and Princess B loved searching for her basket almost as much as I did long ago. We’ve held egg dying parties and made easter chocolates every year. It was something truly unique to our reconstructed family here and I secretly love that all her Easter memories are here with us.
Although it is getting bigger here, Easter still is pretty much a non-event in our little predominately Catholic country. I still get crazy looks when I tell people how much I love Easter or suggest some Easter activity.
I don’t care.
This year my brother has kindly posted the Paaz. I’ve managed to source some more fillable eggs from the Euro Shop….after all the Prince will be well able to hunt this year so we’re gonna need more eggs.
For the most part in Ireland Easter means two weeks of school holidays and giant store bought chocolate Easter eggs that get handed out to every child by practically every adult they know. Sure the Easter Bunny is catching on, but it’s a bit too ad hoc to give Santa any cause for concern.
But for our house Easter means a weekend filled making memories together. Of Princess M leaving jam sandwiches and carrots out for the Easter Bunny…an Early morning wake-up call by two eager smallies ready for their chocolate breakfast. We won’t have a parade but we will have a day together as family.
And we will as always be the American-Irish family we are.