Some things about growing up are really just unfun—like discovering the truth about Santa Claus, and the Easter Bunny, and shaving. I try my best to keep my inner child alive and kicking as best I can, but sometimes I can’t find her. Sometimes, I worry that she’s going to get swallowed up in this adult world ,and so I sit her in a corner while the adult me handles life.
But, holidays seem to bring her out full force. This little sweet-toothed version of me gets excited because she knows that holidays mean goodies. Apparently, the way to my inner child is through my stomach. So, my holiday fun generally revolves around festive holiday food. Easter is one of her favorite holidays…ah, Easter…on Easter she and I share one magical Chocolate Cadbury Creme Egg—except last year.
Last year, the Easter Bunny missed our house. Last year was “The Year Without a Cadbury Creme Egg.” Last year, I became an adult. During my childhood, Peter Cottontail was a clever bunny. He had sneaky hiding places throughout our house. I was not a patient Easter Basket seeker, because I knew what awaited me in the that fake-grass-filled basket: jelly beans, chocolate bunnies, and Cadbury Creme Eggs.
The Easter Bunny never varied in his candy choices—handfuls of jelly beans hidden in colorful plastic Easter eggs and a large chocolate rabbit that towered above the basket handle. The jelly beans I could do without (or give to my sister), and with very careful planning I could make the Chocolate Bunny last for a month. The Cadbury Creme Egg, however, I would unwrap and scarf down as soon as that basket was found. In my world, nothing says “Easter” like a Cadbury Creme Egg.
As I’ve gotten older my celebration of Easter has changed a lot. There are no more hidden Easter Baskets. There are no more colored plastic eggs. BUT there has ALWAYS been is a Cadbury Creme Egg. I made sure of that. A week or so before Easter, I’ll take a special trip to Target to purchase my one Cadbury Egg. I can feel the 8-year-old inside doing somersaults at the thought of eating Chocolate Eggs on Easter. This colorful, foil-wrapped egg sits on my kitchen counter waiting to be eaten first thing Sunday morning. This one little egg came to symbolize my whole childhood Easter in a eggshell.
Last year was the first Easter IN MY LIFE where the eating of an overly sugary creamy egg did not start my day. Every place I went, they were out! Granted, I made my special trip to Target the day before Easter, but who would ever think there would be no Creme Egg to find??!! All the Targets and gas stations in a 20 mile radius of my home were out. I felt like Charlie Brown on Halloween always getting a rock. (What’s a holiday without The Peanuts, right?)
Maybe I’m too old to be eating Cadbury Creme Eggs.
Maybe I’m too mature to be saddened at the thought of no candy on Easter.
Maybe I should put away childish things and move on……maybe this year I will get two.