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who says the Easter bunny is a Rabbit?


A reminder that Haley Anne is twelve.

Adding that she acts like someone older would be both trite and inaccurate. We are fairly certain she is my daughter because she is, generally speaking, immature – or, at best, representative of her actaul age (not that I represent my age particularly well).


In any event, I caught her off guard a few days ago with the Easter Bunny. To my credit as an ever-evolving parent, I did manage to wait until none of her friends (a lofty and opinionated lot to be sure) were about.

I asked her outright if he was excited about the Easter Bunny this year (she was not last year – at first), and if she needed a new basket for egg gathering. And, would she require a new hat.

Haley Anne looked at me with a mix of skepticism, and perhaps, concern. And, then said with level tones:

The Easter Bunny isn’t real Daddy. And, I don’t need a basket. …what about shoes?

Ha! An opening. First of all, if she found a new basket (with a pretty bow on it) sitting on the kitchen table Easter morning, she most certainly would use it. I would ground her if she didn’t. And, I had her attention; she was looking me in the eye (I am always taken by surprise at just how beautiful she really is with those large and expressive almond-shaped brown eyes).

Easter egg hunts aren’t for little kids drenched with anxiety because of older kids with longer legs and much better developed senses of deviousness and greed. Easter egg hunts are for Mom’s and Daddy’s (and Grandparents, I suppose). But, I naturally digress, and otherwise, intend to approach, and then make an entirely different point.

All I said to Haley Anne was:

You have never, not once, heard me say that the Easter Bunny is a rabbit. That morning represents magic (all evangelical Christians can back-off right now, and just take this in good spirit), and reminders that magic and wonder are always available to those with open-minds and open-hearts. The night before is about uncertain excitement and an opportunity to be grateful for the opportunity to simply feel love that comes from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. Easter morning is time to reflect that someone, be it a Daddy, or a Saviour, will always love you more than themselves.

Before I could continue, Haley Anne strode over and gave me a hug. She knows how to shut me up. There is little doubt she is torn between thinking I am a lunatic – and, possibly, correct. But, it was a really good hug because she was not in a hurry to let go.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork


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