The first Sunday, after the first full moon, after the Spring Solstice. It’s a fairly simple equation, yet we are all grumbling, “Why is Easter so early this year?”
It is too early. St. Patrick’s and Easter in the same week just feels wrong. And in Utah at least, we’re still registering freezing temperatures in the mornings. Still, we pull out our bunnies, chicks and overcoats to celebrate the season.
Grandpa Fritz and Grandma Maria hosted an Easter Hunt this morning that pretty much resulted in a brawl. “Stefan got 5 and I only got 2!” “I don’t like dark chocolate; I want milk chocolate.”
Sadly, my behavior and efforts to control the situation were worse than any of the kids. My in-laws are such nice people but I turn into a impatient brat when I’m around them. It’s humiliating, but I can’t seem to control myself. I am so sorry. I desperately wish I could behave better. My actions are so different from my true feelings.
The rest of the day I went around kicking myself for my rudeness. And of course the day proceeded badly as it always does when I stick a little black raincloud over my head. Finally, Erik said, “Listen, my parents aren’t judging you harshly. They don’t think any less of you.” (It’s true. They are completely, amazingly forgiving of my constant stupidity.)
“But I try so hard. And I keep messing up.” I cried.
“You’re OK. You don’t need to try any harder. You try too hard at too many things. You just need to let it go and be happy. Just be happy.”
So that’s my goal this week– I’m just going to be happy.