Double double, it’s no trouble.

I’ve always hated Easter, even as a kid. There were no egg hunts for us, and although it was great to get chocolate (which we would ration all the way to Christmas because we only got junk food twice a year) that wasn’t enough to make up for the having to go to church thing, the generally shitty weather or the utter boredom that Easter entailed as the adults sat around watching the same frightening movie every year.

As a mum I’m hearing about all kinds of Easter related stuff that I never knew existed, like bread making traditions and bonnet parades, but being Wiccan and in Australia I don’t celebrate Easter at the same time as the rest of the population, and even if I did I’m pretty sure I would still feel negatively about this particular festival.

Back before Bast was even a tiny seed stuck in the jelly sandwich of my uterus, Dear Hart and I discussed long and hard about what holidays our future family would or would not celebrate and I was absolutely adamant that Christian Easter was not going to be one of them. As an adult I was no longer willing to suffer though that shit for anyone, and besides that when you already celebrate eight Sabbats, Halloween and Christmas, do you really need a second Easter?

Well, as it turns out: Yes, you certainly do! Particularly if your kids have a Catholic cousin.  

“Won’t your kids be confused?” I’ve been asked, and “How do you handle two?”

The great thing about kids is that having fun is priority number one and the why behind it is way down the list of stuff they care about. Another great thing about children is that no one is born a judgemental twat – that’s a learned skill – so when I say “Aunty Swan and Mummy have different beliefs,” they don’t assume one religion is better than the other, they just accept that people can live their own truths while loving and supporting each other.

Right now the Goddesses are too young to realise that none of their friends celebrate Easter every six months, nor do they have their Christmas trees out in June, but by the time they do I hope they can also understand why and feel blessed at the abundance in their lives, rather than embarrassed.

There’s always time to celebrate at our place.