The eggless Easter.
and other ideas for liberation.
My son is almost four and we didn’t do anything Easter-y for Easter.
He didn’t give a shit!
Overconsumption is suffocating. There’s no reason we have to buy plastic eggs and shove more plastic inside. As a thoroughly burnt out mother, I’m taking this opportunity to just not. To opt out.
Did you know that was an option?
“But what about the magic?!”
We’re in it. The magic. We’re in it. We don’t have to buy it. You don’t either!
My son is not deprived at all. I let him have cupcakes on random Tuesdays, we dress in costume whenever he feels like it, he can pick a toy out from the thrift whenever.
We regularly thank the Sun and the Wind and the Stars and the Moon. We touch plants daily.
It’s easy to compare self to the instagram-reel versions of other mothers and families out there. “Oh! She’s doing this cute thing with the eggs!” “Oooh we need to now have a GOLDEN egg that has a huge sum of cash in it!” Whatever. No.
Also, Easter is a religious holiday? It’s been turned into a capitalist consumer bro extravaganza and I’m not buying it, baby!
Christmas? Another consumer holiday. It’s always lowkey for us, too. It’s about fun lights and decorations and spending time with family. My son squealed with joy when he received cool socks for Christmas.
Do you think Jesus gives a fuck about plastic eggs and your children receiving a massive easter basket? Do you think he cares about that shit? Do you think he wants you to go into debt to these evil corporations for Christmas gifts for your kids?
I’m just choosing to not subscribe to overconsumption-core in the name of Jesus or whatever. And this year, we just didn’t do a thing!
You’ll probably catch me and my son at the community egg hunt next year, though. Why not watch your child scramble with a bunch of other kids to amass treats. Love that vibe. Chaotic and cute and someone else coordinating it. Sign me up maybe.
Anyway.
Liberate yourself from these consumer holidays! Loosen the expectations on self! Especially if you have a very little one! They don’t know the difference! They’re going to be stoked on socks! Liberate yourself, mama!
