Wednesday, April 4, 2012


I really did not realize until about two days ago, that Easter is this Sunday. I knew it was coming, but I thought I had another week. I thought it was falling on "pay day" weekend, and not the one "in between". That weekend is never great. It is neither "empty", nor overflowing, money wise. I would say we" level off", and bigger expenses must wait until the following weekend. Easter isn't a huge expense, mind you. I literally go to the dollar store, and fill up some baskets for each of them. But for the three of them, it adds up to be more than I would spend this "level" weekend. But they are little, and getting chocolate, and Peeps (even though no one eats any of it) is a must this time of year.

My mom used to get me dresses, and bonnets, and even little white gloves each Easter. It was a big deal in my Roman Catholic household. My Dad used to stress how this was the most important holiday for us, but I recall rolling my eyes and thinking, "no way Dad, Christmas is way better".

We had to give up something for Lent. One year, I tried to give up apples. My mom looked at me like I was a fool, and suggested maybe I try sacrificing potato chips instead. One year my brother said he was giving up brushing his teeth. Again, that did not fly well. We were given a small, blunt tipped, nail at religion class, and told to always keep it in our pocket, to remind us of Jesus' sacrifice for us. I used to feel the smoothness of the nail in my pocket, and be completely freaked out by the image in my head. Even if I wanted a potato chip, one touch of that creepy nail in my pocket turned my stomach, and my desire quickly turned to horror.

After years of being raised in such a "holy household", as I like to call it, complete with a picture of Jesus on our freezer, whose eyes, I SWEAR,  followed you all over the room, made me rebel a little when I was of age, and decided to not go to church. I had gone EVERY Sunday, since I could remember. My family was not one of those "Christmas Catholics",as my mother would say, shaking her head disapprovingly as we pulled into the overflowing parking lot on Christmas morning every year. We went to everything.  I mean, EVERYTHING. Holy days of obligation, stations of the cross, we even reenacted the Last Supper. I remember my Dad cracking matzoh and the crumbs going all over the table. We got to sip real red wine, and I thought that was pretty cool. I felt that I had enough church in me to last a life time.

Since I have sort of abandoned the Catholic church, I sometimes feel, now having my own little girls, I am cheating them out of something. David and I don't like some of the teachings, particularly, the exclusion of certain groups of people, as we teach tolerance, and Gods love for every life, not just who the Church thinks that God would appreciate. My husband is more agnostic than anything else. Yet, I battle. With what I grew up with, and what my girls aren't growing up with. We are spiritual, and we pray as a family. Some days though, I am unsure who we are praying to.

So, my inner battle continues. I will purchase the chocolate bunnies, despite it being an expense that doesn't thrill me. And we will dye Easter eggs. I have my free (thankfully!) ham to pick up at Shoprite for our Easter dinner. Yet the small girl, all dressed up in my white gloves and bonnet is still inside me somewhere. The same one that rubbed that nail in my pocket, every time a potato chip came into my line of vision.

Aways reminding me of sacrifice. And how what you learn, you really do live.


  1. As a former catholic school girl, I know exactly what you are talking about, straight down to the agnostic husband.
    Although we don't pray. We do however, say what we are thankful for just before dinner every night. Which some see as a type of prayer.

  2. You took the thoughts right outta my head. We never reenacted the last supper, mind you, but we had the same upbringing of every Sunday, and Easter being a big to do. I still haven't had my boys baptized because I'm really disenchanted by everything I've learned about the Catholic church as an adult. Especially now, having two little boys, I'm sickened by so much hypocracy and blind eyes.. that said, my boys sure are getting Easter baskets come Sunday morning. lol

  3. Why not take a look at or look at the TV series "Catholicism by" Father Robert Barron? You just might change your mind.

    Sadly, a lot of Catholics suffered because of bad catechesis after Vatican II. Thank God I was educated by pre-Vatican II Dominican Sisters.

    One other thing to keep in mind: The reason the Catholic Church or for that matter any church isn't perfect is because we're allowed to be members.

    Happy Easter!