I have big kids (almost 20 and 17, respectively), so Easter looks different now. There’s no more hunting for Easter eggs or doling out candy-filled baskets; no dressing up for church or lip-synching our way through church hymns; no big family gathering or traditional Easter ham dinner. Easter is super low-key — just like I like it.
Like last year, the week leading into Easter was our high school junior’s spring break, so we traveled north to Vermont to visit our older son and watch a few of his lacrosse games. [Reread that post here.]
This go-round, we also took a side trip to Montréal and spent some time at the Ben and Jerry’s factory, where my nearly-17-year-old ate his weight in ice cream and lamented the retired flavors buried in the Flavor Graveyard. He also honed his beer pong skills at a college party, but I will leave that there since his grandparents read this blog and he has an image to protect.
On Sunday, we celebrated Easter in our now traditionally unorthodox way — with a large group of mildly hungover college kids, eating burgers and wings at a local bar/grill near campus (I, of course, had grilled salmon and veggies — iykmyk). Afterwards, they boys headed out to their annual Easter darty (for my fellow midlifers and old timers, that’s what kids today call a day party) and we started the 7-hour drive home.
As I said in last year’s post, spring break/Easter in chilly Vermont is not my first choice. I’m definitely more of a beach girl than a mountain girl. But as much as I love the sun, sand, and seawater, I love my kid more — so Vermont it is … At least for another two years.
Easter 2023 may have been a bit unorthodox (again), but it was perfect because I was with my boys. And because some traditions are worth keeping, I made sure everyone had a chocolate bunny. After all, what’s Easter without a sweet treat?
-LJDT
