I never intentionally set out to become the Easter Bunny, but here I am. I guess it all started 13 months ago when Paige was born. See I did purposefully (and
most robustly I might add) set out to become a mom, but much like acquiring a cell phone, you must then sign up for a package to manage said new acquisition.
With so many plans to choose from, we ultimately went with the VIP Holiday Bundle. It does cost a little more, but it allows me to concurrently coexist not only as Mom, but also The Easter Bunny, The Tooth Fairy, Santa Claus and the less observed, but fun non-the-less Nancy New Year. I am also licensed to go over-board in any of, but not limited to the following events: Valentine’s Day, St. Patrick’s Day and Halloween. Certainly there was a basic package, the Jehovah’s Witness Economy Pack, but it was quite restrictive and required more weekend commitments. Admittedly the Vodka Martini Roam Plan promised more free time for myself, but had foreseeable long-term complications.
She’s not even going to get it for a couple of years. There will be a couple of good years where she just sparkles at the thought of all that stuff, but she’ll never thank
me for it. And then eventually she’ll figure it all out and harbour a small resentment for being the reason that she died a little inside that day.
So here it is my lunch hour and I’m heading out to buy chocolate eggs that she’s too young to eat and toys that she’ll ignore by 10 a.m. on Sunday, but that’s what being a parent is all about isn’t it? And if I have to eat every last one of those chocolate eyes by myself, then by God I’m just going to have to do it.