I remember this season with little children, Palm Sunday was the time of making palm leaves and acting out the ‘waving of the leaves’, for Jesus.
The children would get so excited in Sunday school singing and prepping their dances down the aisles.
I miss those innocent little ones sometimes.
Not knowing the fullness of what Easter would mean in the days to come.
Oh, it was fun. And the candy baskets for us to look forward to giving
In our house, we didn’t do a great deal of candy, we tried to do books and socks and oh so boring gifts for little people.
We would look for pretty dresses or nice shirts and pants for their Easter day. On Sunday morning.
I have a picture of my childhood, with my sisters and I outside dressed in Easter kind of clothes, three little girls about ages 6, 8 and 10.
Our dresses were alike maybe our grandma made them, white ankle socks with patten shoes, little purses that matched and smiles that said, ‘we are happy.’
Well, we know the real story of that one, but the picture is sweet and very much childhood in its ‘cuteness.’
Easter has a lot of heaviness to it, the story of Jesus and his coming here to die for us. You cannot have Christmas without Easter. They go together. Both had pain and moments of sorrow. The purpose of HIM coming was to save us. We often forget the baby in the manger was grown up and now is the man on the cross. It’s hard to grasp.
As a mom I often wonder how on earth did Mary hold it all together.
It is a serious, sad time for everyone.
I will try to write more as the days move closer.
Easter is not just cute dresses and patten shoes, it is trauma with love stamped all over it.
I remember this season with the little children, and we tried so hard to protect them from the intensity of the story.