Our Performance of Easter Bunny

At four-years-old, Dublin rarely responds to his own name.

He doesn't use functional language like "hi" or "bye" with out being told to.

Needless to say, his brain does not yet sort the cultural or mythical intricacies that make the Easter Bunny's arrival a poetic childhood surprise. 

Candy in a basket is candy in a basket.

He's not even sure that those jelly beans are edible.

[Maybe they shouldn't be!]

Colored eggs all over the house don't have wheels and don't taste good and aren't interesting. 

Regardless, we perform!

We stage EB's arrival! 

Boil, paint, and the hide eggs!

Stuff the baskets!

Lay out the carrot cake!

Write the letter addressed to EB!

Our staging of the EB is (admittedly) a sign of our participation in the commodification of all things material! A sign of our participation into an absolutely, unnecessary cultural ritual!

Our staging of the EB is ALSO a sign in our belief in all things magical! A sign in our belief that one day in the future, we will realize that we underestimated what Dublin DOES know!

Our performance of Easter Bunny delivers us from the sort of evil unknowns that come with raising a special needs child--or any child for that matter! It delivers a sort of relief! A step into the fantasy world of "anything-is-possible" mentality, reminding us that the world we see today won't be there tomorrow. A "we-aren't-communicating-on-the-same-plane, but all four of us have PEEPS!" amazingness!

Our performance of Easter Bunny; this staging of this mythical creature is something spiritual!