Happy Easter
Happy Easter to those of you who celebrate it in whatever way. This year we opted to celebrate it more on the spring/fertility side and less on the Christian: we decorated eggs yesterday and had chocolates in baskets this morning. Carl was in charge of the easter egg hunt and he… hid the hard-boiled eggs we had decorated. We have found 7/12 so far. I am nervous, I tell you, nervous.
It takes a man to hide REAL, PERISHABLE eggs. And leave the chocolate eggs designed for the hunt on the counter.
One amusing moment: Lynn, who has a hard time over Easter in various ways, was dealing this year through humour (!!!) and sat down with Noah at one point when he was saying “why?” “Why Easter?” he said. Lynn said, “Because Easter is the time that some believe that theirlordandsaviourlordjesuschristdiedfortheir sinssotheymighthavelifeeverlasting.” (She canted that whole sentence in a pseudo-religious tone.) Noah looked up at her and cracked up and said “booga blah bloobah” or something like that and then they both sat there talking nonsense and laughing for about ten minutes.
Can I just say: therapy works? Therapy works!
Although I do wonder a bit about this whole, you know, introducing one’s child to some kind of moral and ethical base thing at some point. Because so far in our house, we don’t seem to be doing a great job making any decisions about this, and as touching as it is that Lynn can share these things, I’m not really sure I’m comfortable with our religion being “fondly making fun of Christians.” Y’know? It’s not respectful.
On that topic I had a very very long dream last night that was like, the dark DaVinci code: someone was Out To Get our innocent crew of heroes (dishelved looking touristy sorts) and they discovered ancient stairwells in a cathedral that led to a sort of basement of horrors: grime covered cement hallways with lethal “surprises” in the best psychopathic traditions. It went on and on and people died and terror was felt until, at the end, it turned out that it was God who was out to get all the followers of Jesus. So Jesus showed up at the end and God had to leave everyone alone (until the sequel) Because God and Jesus had had a war for the Earth and Jesus sort-of lost by being, you know, crucified. But then people’s faith in him vs. the old-Testament God was upsetting God, so God was basically lurking in wait to get people. And then that faith let Jesus win, this round. Wait for Easter II: Deathmatch!
That was straight out of Lynn stuff, but I was dreaming it. I haven’t said for a while, but sharing parenting and everything definitely has continued to open communication up among the system. I’m still pretty certain full integration is not an option (even if we wanted to), but we’re in concert more than I would ever have thought would be possible, much of the time. I think that it’s almost like a critical mass of experience is coming together: we spent 20-some years split off from each other, 5 of confusion, and 10 starting to work together (to round the numbers a bit).
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On the down and triggery side, Noah is sick and rapidly approaching Sick. I actually opened the computer to check on clinic hours as his fever didn’t even go down for this morning. He’s cheery and alert… and had a fever of 103.5 at 7 am (motrin had worn off around 5, I’m guessing, from when the last dose was). This is the third day and I’m worried. We were sick most Easters and all Christmases and everyone is sad Noah is sick for this one.
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The crucifixion of Jesus really is probably the biggest sticking point between us and Christianity in general. I think we’re pretty much at Noah’s level on it: Why? Why would that even be necessary? Christians, don’t come and try to inform me, ’cause I have read and thought on it a lot and consulted Catholic priests, Jehovah’s witnesses, Mormons, Presbyterians, and a host of writers and philosophers on it. It’s not that I don’t understand the concepts intellectually. I just find it difficult as a model. I sort of like Buddha under the tree better.
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When I was younger and attended egg hunts, we searched for the boiloed eggs and not the chocolate ones. Maybe that is a regional thing because in Texas it is usually warm in April (when Easter used to take place) and chocolate would melt. But, on the other hand, I have never heard of searching for the candy and not real eggs.
Tyler