Sometimes I believe I am the only living human who truly appreciates a chocolate Easter Bunny. My children have a pseudo-appreciation for them only because of my appreciation. You see, every Easter, since I can remember, my mother has given me a chocolate Easter bunny. No matter where I lived, no matter my age...the chocolate Easter Bunny was there. When I was a little girl my chocolate bunny would be waiting for me in my Easter basket before we left for church Easter morning. As I grew older, married, and moved away, she would mail them to me in a shoebox. As my own family increased, so did the number of bunnies in the shoebox. As she got older and it became harder to get where she needed to go, she would have the bunnies waiting for me when I visited - either before or after Easter - sometimes several months later. But, she never forgot. It was always there. Funny thing is, I still have some of those chocolate bunnies in my freezer. I never really eat the bunnies. I just get them, smile, and place them in the freezer thinking that I might chop a chunk off when my chocolate cravings start. And, sometimes I do, but mostly I don't. My chocolate bunnies are like a child's security blanket or their pacifier or maybe their nightlight. It's not that I really need them. It's just nice to kinow that they're there...just in case.
This Easter will be bittersweet. My mom died of cancer almost 6 months ago. This will be my first Easter without her and without my chocolate Easter bunny. It is a semi-sad time. Semi-sad because I miss her and her grumpy ways, but not so sad because she's not grumpy anymore and how can I really miss someone that I know I'll be seeing again. And, for what it's worth, I know that if she could, Mom would send me a chocolate Easter bunny.
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