A.K.A “The Easter Bunny”

April 11, 2010 at 9:46 am 1 comment

Sunday morning , (Easter A.M.), my beautiful and delightful daughter, Jessyca, popped into the kitchen where I was pouring up a cup of hazelnut coffee and posed quite a question.

“Mama,” she said, “I have something I need to ask you, and I want you to tell me the truth. Okay?”

“All right,” I said, “ask me.”

Pensively she pondered the best arrangement for this very important question.
Mama,” she said again, “did the Easter Bunny really bring all those goodies, or was it you? Tell me the truth.”

“The truth?” I checked, with an are-you-sure-you want-the-truth look.

“Yes, Mama. The truth.”

I thought for a couple of seconds. Then, I whimsically put my hands up above my head like bunny ears and hopped around the kitchen. Jessye laughed knowingly.

“Ohhh! I knew it was you all along!”

“You did? How did you know it was me?”

“Well, because last year when The Easter Bunny really did come here, he brought me twice as much candy as this.”


“Oh yeah?” I asked.

“Oh, YES!” she remarked decidedly. “Well,” she said happily, “Thank you, Mama.”

“You’re welcome, Jessye,” I said with a smile.

“At least he came last year,” she said with hardly any disappointment (since she figured I’d obviously covered for him this year.) Clearly, I didn’t quite get through to her.

“Uhh, no, Jess! See, now, you asked me to tell you the truth about The Easter Bunny goodies. And I’ve told you the truth. It’s me.”

“You mean it was you last year, too??” she said with great shock.

“Well, yes, honey,” I said, trying to regroup. “Now, you did ask for the truth,” I reminded her. “And I will always tell you the truth when you ask, okay? But, now, Jessye, I want you to understand that you cannot tell any other child about this, okay? It’s not our place to tell other children about The Easter Bunny. That’s up to each child’s Mama and Daddy. If you told this, you might have some little child who wasn’t quite ready to hear the truth in tears! Okay? Do you understand? You are not to tell a soul!”

“Oh, yes, Mama! You don’t have to worry about me. I won’t tell ANYBODY!”

“Okay, goooood!” I said, hoping I’d handled this best. Moments later my seven-year-old sweet heart came over and wrapped her arms around my waist in a big hug.

“I love you, my Jessye,” I said.

“I love you, too,” she said. And with an undeniable air of pride in her voice she snuggled me again, and said, “Mama…you bring happiness to children all over the world!”

Entry filed under: the daily grind.

letter to that mean old man who cussed me out when i called his phone by mistake keepin’ my mouth shut…NOT an easy task.

1 Comment Add your own

  • 1. Michelle Jinnette  |  April 14, 2010 at 11:34 am

    This is so cute!! Thanks “Easter Bunny” for all you do!


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