I’m walking through the grocery store and the air of Easter inundates my senses. Baskets with bows and tassels scream “buy me, the one last year is no good!”
I keep walking trying to stick to my grocery list at hand, but then colorful pastel patterns flicker at me, cute little shirts perfect for my little boys. An adorable frilly number of dresses with intoxicating flowers seeks to control my mind into thinking that I need to buy one for my daughter in order to fit the expectation of a picture perfect family on Easter. I begin to ponder if the outfits I had picked out were good enough even though they weren’t brand new.
I walked out the store, barely able to stick with my original list of items planned to purchase in order to stay within budget for the month, when I nearly bumped into my friend, who excitedly began asking me about my Easter plans with the family.
Embarrassed, I stutter as I shyly share how I didn’t really have a plan except to go to church that morning and perhaps we would do an Easter egg hunt that afternoon with the kids. Clueless of my internal struggle, she starts raving about her grandiose plans from the cutest outfits that she picked out for her kids, the giant Easter egg baskets she put together through Pinterest, and how the entire extended family would be coming over for an Easter egg hunt with croquet for the adults.
I try to hold my composure as I walk away, engrossed in my sense of failure as a mom.
Is this you?
