If you’ve been through divorce, you remember the day that changed your life forever. For me, it was Easter. I had just found out about an 8 month affair and rather than deal, my ex put himself in the hospital. I was left to protect our girls, 5, 3, and 11 months old who no matter what came my way, managed to keep me going.
This was me walking to my first Easter celebration alone. I had 3 babies and a dog as I walked up to greet my entire family who were full of questions I didn’t have the answer to.
That Easter the girls had no idea what their dad and I were going through. They were so happy to find their Easter baskets and they picked through each egg one-by-one. They held up their Easter goodies and snuck sweets well before their traditional bunny pancake breakfast. I made sure to keep their normal traditions and routines alive, while their dad spiraled out of control.
A lot has happened over the last 7 years. Holidays have come and gone with or without their dad. He missed his daughter’s first steps, first birthday, first Easter, and continues to choose which life events are worthy of his time. Through it all, I have been their constant.
Except this Easter.
- This Easter he decided that it was on his weekend so I did not get to spend Easter with them.
- This Easter he decided that the Easter bunny wasn’t coming, even though 2 of 3 kids still believe.
- This Easter, the girls didn’t wake up before the sun to scurry find their Easter baskets, instead they were ignored in their room until 11:00
- This Easter they didn’t get to eat my famous bunny pancakes
- This Easter he decided church wasn’t important.
How many more years do they have before they stop believing? Before they don’t wake us up early and find pure joy in the surprises those baskets hold. How many more years do we have before they don’t care about bunny pancakes? When will they stop having faith because of the inconsistencies in their parents?
This Easter, I cried all morning long. I couldn’t even look at Facebook because all I saw were happy Easter pictures. All I could think about were my kids ignored in their rooms on a day that is usually filled with so much love and magic.
I texted Madie to make sure they knew the Easter Bunny didn’t forget about them:
“Did the Easter bunny come?”
“Well, he came here!”
“What did he do?”
“Well, I went to do laundry and found a basket in the washer machine!”
I called to talk to Makenna and her little face was pouty as she stared at her iPad. I told her the silly Easter bunny messed up and came to our house instead. She said she wanted to come home and I told her she’d be home soon and I’d leave everything the bunny brought for her to find when she gets here.
I underestimate their intelligence since even when we were camping last year, the Easter bunny managed to find our tent, but they went along with it and I sent my Easter love before hanging up and bursting into tears, again.
Why do I always find myself making up for his mistakes? It’s an easy answer… While it’s not fair to me, it’s what a good parent does. A good parent is consistent and always makes sure that their kids feel safe and loved. A good parent is selfless when it comes to their child’s needs.
This is not the first, and it is definitely not the last holiday celebration he will ruin. One year, he returned all of the kid’s Christmas gifts, because he said I was ungrateful. I went to the store and purchased them again.
A few months ago he told them to bring a lost tooth home because the tooth fairy didn’t come to his house.
On Halloween, he posted pictures of them in their homemade costumes and said he was getting ready to take them trick-or-treating. Meanwhile, he had chosen to not see them in over a month. He doesn’t seem to care about actually spending holidays with them, as long as it can look like he did.
So, why keep them from me this Easter? It has always been my holiday. He is not religious, he’s never done Easter bunny duties, he doesn’t find joy in waking them up to spend Easter morning with them. Another answer I can’t swallow; even after 7 years and all I’ve done to raise our kids with consistency and love, he still uses them to hurt me.
I’m going to end on a happy note, because if this ever happens to any of you, I want you to know the secret to coparenting during the holidays, is to rise above.
Easter holds some bad memories for me and this year just adds to it, but I will rise up. I will celebrate Easter because it’s a day of rebirth. It was the day my daughters and I rose from the ashes and started a new journey together. This year, I realized that he isn’t capable of hurting me, because through his actions, I have only become a stronger woman and a better mom.