It is funny how traditions with couples and/or families develop over years. What is crucial to one couple is unimportant to another. Being the first year without my husband, people anticipate that certain dates may be hard, such as Valentine’s Day or Mother’s Day. However those were “Hallmark” holidays that Ron and I rarely paid attention to, so my first year solo on those dates causes me no emotional stress.
This is my first Easter alone. The weekend looms ahead of me like some dreaded dark cavern. Why? Because that is a weekend Ron and I generally did things. For years when our kids were growing up we would drive to Belle Isle and visit the Aquarium and Whitcomb Conservatory. There were years we traveled, years we stayed home. Generally we were out and about at least one of the two days taking pictures. Once we had grandchildren we put together Easter baskets for the children and had an egg hunt inside our house. Easter has always been a fun weekend for us.
This year I have no one to share those things with. My daughter, her boyfriend and her three children will be over on Sunday for the kids to get their Easter baskets from me, but not until around 7:00 pm because her oldest son is spending the holiday weekend with his father. I have contemplated driving down to Belle Isle, driving around my area to take photos, or just staying home to clean and organize. To a certain degree weather and the condition of a sore ankle will play into those decisions. I don’t feel enthusiastic about any of it.
Building a new life takes adjustment. It means accepting change. Maintaining tradition. Letting tradition go. Freedom to make changes. Keeping things the same. Doing things you’ve always done. Doing things you never did. Building a new normal.
As I spend my first Easter alone creating whatever will become a new tradition, a new normal, I hope all of you have a fun-filled weekend doing whatever it is that makes Easter weekend special for you and your loved ones.
HIPPITY HOPPITY HAPPY EASTER DAY!