By PHOODIE
“What on EARTH are you doing!?” said my husband as he walked into the lounge room to find me hunched over in my pyjamas holding a stencil in one hand and a shaker-can of icing sugar in the other. “Well, what does it LOOK like I’m doing!?” I replied impatiently, “I’m making rabbit footprints of course!”
The year was 2010 and our little girl was only a few weeks old but I didn’t care. Nothing was going to stop me from dusting rabbit footprints through the house on the night before Easter. I’d grown up with this tradition and so would she. Newborn or not. I also promised myself that she would have the same footprints throughout our home every year until she moved out…. or started telling me that she was old enough to not have them anymore!
In addition to the footprints, each year I always stock up on cotton balls (a.k.a. rabbit fur). I place bunches of them strategically through the house where the Easter Bunny (EB) may have been, always ensuring to jam a few in the front door, where his tail “got caught on the way out.” Don’t worry, it didn’t hurt.
Easter is and always has been a HUGE deal in my family. Not necessarily from a religious perspective but definitely from a cultural point of view. Apart from the huge feast of a lunch we devour on the Sunday, the standout event is our Annual Easter Egg hunt. Each year we aim to outdo the one before. If last year was great, then this year HAS to be eggsellent (Quickly! Someone sound the ‘Dad joke’ alarm!).
It’s totally not about spending bucket loads of money, but rather about investing time (normally late at night when everyone’s gone to sleep) to create home made crafts and think up ideas that I know the kids will love! There are some things I do for my children every year that were done for me when I was small, and then there are new things that are introduced as I stumble upon creative ideas on the net or spend some time concocting concepts in my head. Apart from the footprints and rabbit fur that appear every year, there’s also carrots and water left out in case the EB gets hungry. It should be noted, that as a parent, I do not enjoy guzzling these as much as I do Santa’s chocolate chip cookies and beer!