I've Gone Country A blog about a city girl learning a whole new world

I remember Easter as a child.  All the excitement of coloring eggs, being creative with the colors.  Even ending  up with a gray egg if you got too creative.  And it seems like there is a whole lot more candy to choose from now then there was then.

We always found a nice sized solid bunny in our basket on Easter morning.  It didn’t have foil on it, it was just a bunny with really long ears that stood up.  That of course was the first thing you had to bite off.  Peeps and Jelly beans were a regular as well.  I often wonder how in the world my Mom did all she did as a mother.  There were four of us kids.  That meant anything she had to do…she multiplied it times four.  She always had us dressed and ready for church each Sunday, Easter…… had to be a little harder.

Saturday nights were bath night, I remember sitting on the floor Indian style while she put my hair in pin curls.  Usually while watching The Lawrence Welk Show.  My sisters all had the pin curl treatment too.  That was one thing that my brother got out of, but he still had to have a bath.

Easter morning usually meant everyone woke up and got out of bed without having to be told.   Full of excitement, we would run to check out our baskets.  Then I am sure we begged for some candy before breakfast and all that stuff….times four.  Bless my poor mothers heart!

She had outfits ready for us, a lot of the time she had made our dresses.  My brother always had a suit and tie.  We had shoes that were set aside for Sunday shoes.  Somehow, someway she would manage to get us all dressed and to the church on time.

We enjoyed the fun that went along with the Easter bunny and getting all dressed up in our new clothes, and shiny shoes.  But we also learned what the real meaning of Easter was all about.  There was a time to sit still and listen about the story of Jesus.  We didn’t just hear about it at church, we were taught the truths at home as well….all year long.

I think the older I get, the more important it becomes to me.   I’m so thankful for that I grew up in a Christian home.  I am glad that we went to church and worshiped as a family, even though it had to be hard, carrying that out each and every Sunday.  But that is just it…I saw that the relationship my Mother had with Jesus wasn’t just an Easter thing.  The dressing up wasn’t for show, it was out of respect.  We were going to Worship the Lord.  He deserved our best.  In our outfits….and our behavior.

If I had not had the upbringing that I did, I often wonder how different my life would be now.

I am thankful for all the sacrifices she made for me.

I am especially thankful for the sacrifice Jesus made for me.

HAPPY EASTER!