Monday, March 21, 2011
I forgot to celebrate Ostara. In my adult life, I've never forgotten a holiday like that. I'm in charge of setting the religious/spiritual tone for the family. It is my job as the mother to make sure that the traditions are maintained. I'm the force behind the special holiday meals, the decorations, the gifts, and the storytelling. I'm the one who is supposed to make the magic happen. I'm the Easter Bunny. My children didn't even notice. We give them Easter baskets with books, candy, and toys each year at this time. Kids like that kind of thing. I would have thought they would remind me of the upcoming holiday. They noted the day, but only in the context of their interest in the advent of spring. It was as if all those years of getting baskets full of Easter toys didn't leave any impression at all. What happened? A few weeks ago when I asked them to tell me about their spirituality, they all said they were Quakers. When did they stop calling themselves Pagans? I'm not sure what to think about it.