This evening I had to handle some big questions from my daughters. First we talked about how the Easter Bunny makes sure to bring peanut-free chocolate to our house, and then we discussed yet again how babies are made, and then we delved into how a woman knows when she has a baby in her tummy. Oy. I explained everything in correct but simple terms, and answered all of their questions honestly. Except for the part about the Easter Bunny.
But here’s the thing, I actually do want to tell them the truth about the Easter Bunny and all the other magical beings who break into our house at night and deliver gifts to my kids. I want to be honest with them. After all, I didn’t tell my girls that the stork delivers the babies, or that a baby fairy comes and puts the babies in all of the Mommies’ tummies.
I found out all of these truths at a very young age, because I asked, and I got truthful answers from my Mom. I never remember feeling disappointed or deceived after finding out the truth. Also, I grew up in a house with CBC radio playing all the time, and so I was exposed to world events fairly early on, and I think that is good for children (with limits of course). But how can I reconcile with my kids the fact that there are children with not enough food and clothes in the world, with a bunny that delivers chocolate? Why doesn’t he deliver nutritious meals to people who need it?
And as for how that Bunny knows to bring nut-free chocolate to my house, now I’m worrying that the Bunny messed up and brought us the wrong chocolate after all. N has been having some skin reactions every day now since Easter, and I’m questioning the chocolate. All labels were checked, but perhaps some nutty presence during manufacturing was not disclosed on one of the labels in error. I know her skin reactions could be caused by many other things such as a new allergy of some sort, or a reaction to all of the pollens that are starting to come out because of our early spring, but since there is no way to know right now, I’m starting with a two-day moratorium on Easter chocolate to see if her skin clears up.
So the message is clear to my kids. Maybe the Easter Bunny made a mistake. But I would much rather tell my girls that perhaps a chocolate company made a mistake, because quite honestly, that is a much more important message for them to receive.