Happy Easter, Mom!

Easter was always a big deal in our house, my mom would make pineapple ham, jello mold, mashed potatoes and a green vegetable. Since we are grown up, the easter bunny brings us a giant basket of easter candy to share with all the favorites. Do you have a favorite Easter memory? Please share below!

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3 thoughts on “Happy Easter, Mom!”

  1. Aw, what a sweet story! I remember when she used to glue flowers to the bonnets with a hot glue gun for decoration to hang on the door.

  2. Awwwwwwww this is so nice, Suzette! I love what you wrote, as well as the cute jelly bean and Easter graphics. <3

    I haven't spent Easter with the family since I was a kid, but I do have one Easter memory that has always stood out. Mom used to always buy us nice new Easter clothes for church (before she made that big home-cooked dinner complete with her special crescent rolls that took two days to make). The girls were outfitted in new dresses and hats and the boys were dressed in nice little slacks, shirts, and ties.

    I remember when I was quite young, Mom picked out a sweet little white dress for me and a matching Easter bonnet with a wide rim and lace. She got me all dressed up, complete with white tights, black Mary Jane shoes, and a fancy little purse. I felt like a Princess.

    It was raining a bit that morning and the rest of the kids were already packed into the car, waiting to go to church. I rushed out to join everybody and in my haste I slipped on the muddy sidewalk and landed bottom first on the muddy grass. I panicked, certain Mom would be M-A-D.

    But instead, she ran over to me, wiped my tears, brought me back into the house and changed my clothes. Simple as that. No drama. No being mad at me. Not even a drop of annoyance or anger. She understood I was a kid and that kids fall and make messes and she just cleaned it up and carried on. I never forgot that. It was such a relief to me and taught me a lesson to not make a big fuss over little accidents. Stuff happens that is not anybody's fault. Clean up and move on. She was good that way.

    1. Aw, what a sweet story! I remember when she used to glue flowers to the bonnets with a hot glue gun for decoration to hang on the door.

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