So at 4A this morning SO and I snuck in to the difficult child's rooms and hid all the Easter eggs and placed their baskets. We did this so that there was no fighting over "he/she got more eggs then I or he/she found my eggs." They sleep soundly and it was just far more easier. Everyone is usually up around 6 so there was not much chance that they'd have eaten up all the candy by then and I didn't get a lot either. Each had 12 plastic filled and 12 dyed to find in their rooms. Then a small basket with a few pieces of candy and each also got a stuffed bunny (or duck) as tradition has it. So what's my confession? My confession is that last year I did not do Easter for them at all. You see, back in Aug 2006 my father died and that Christmas my little difficult child's had to learn there was no Santa due to the fact that Grandma didn't want Christmas at her house nor my house (or my sisters). She just didn't want to be in a house anywhere. She wanted to be away from it all and not have to handle the emotions of the seasons. So she decided to take the family away for the holiday on a big vacation. We went on a cruise (which wasn't decorated very much at all). So because we were going to be on a cruise and finances were going to be tight to do so (the trip came up quick and unexpected) they had to learn there was going to be no Santa and basically no Christmas like there were used to in past. They were going to get a few presents when we got home but far less then they would have gotten traditionally. Basically it turned out a big, big mess. Now that they new there was no Santa obviously 2+2= there is no Easter bunny, no tooth fairy and no other magical thinking. A sudden jolt. Since they knew there was no Easter bunny I guess I thought I didn't have to do Easter and didn't do it. I don't know why I thought that at the time but maybe my mind wasn't thinking clearly. I didn't even know it was important to them. That is until after Easter came and went last year and oldest difficult child expressed her sadness that there was no Easter and she missed dying and finding Easter eggs and getting baskets (she already knew no bunny). I just never realized the impact. If she felt this way being older, how did the little ones feel? I felt like a HEEL and it was tool late to undo Easter for that year. So this year I made sure to go back to traditions. You have no idea how good it feels (ok maybe you do) to be able to do Easter all over again even thought they know mom's the Easter bunny. They all got excited and were happy to be doing and having it. I was excited and happy to do it for them. So there you have it. My Easter confession. Righting a wrong and learning a lesson.