Easter Preparations – A Time for Family Celebrations

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celebrationEvery year, my parents arrange for Easter preparation, while I just sit and watch; but this year, Mumma said that I could participate, too! I can barely hold my excitement in! I am determined to work tirelessly, with zeal, to help my parents with the adornments.

I learnt all about Easter from Dadda. When I was three, he had made me sit on his lap, and enlightened me about how Jesus Christ had sacrificed his life for us, and how his death was followed by his Resurrection.

“What does Resurrection mean, Dadda?” I had enquired. He had replied, “It means rising from the dead.” I remember being happy to learn a new word.

I was awestruck after learning about why we celebrate Easter, and I felt guilty, too. So I apologized to God for all my sins.

Since Easter is just round the corner, we have begun shopping for all the items that are necessary. I have painted a picture of Jesus, and Dadda said he loved it.

Mumma has bought a beautiful, red dress for me. I will wear it to Church on Easter Sunday. While she has been keeping busy cleaning the house, I have been helping her in every way possible.

I have also helped my parents pick out the music CDs that we will listen to, on that day. My favourite Easter song is “This is the Way the Bunny Hops”, and I have prepared a little dance to perform along with it, before Easter dinner.

This year, I am also going to help Mumma with her cooking. The menu has already been decided, and even thinking of it gets me drooling. There will be ham, along with truffled eggs, and mashed potatoes for dinner; for dessert, she wished to bake a carrot cake but I insisted on brownies, instead.

Our decorations have also been planned, and I was overjoyed when my suggestions were taken into account. There will be an Easter Bunny center piece, and I am responsible for picking flowers from our garden, for the empty vases.

I have also made a “Happy Easter” sign, to be displayed at the entrance, and on our door, a wreath, entwined with bright, rice lights, will be hung. I hope the adornments look as beautiful as they do in my head.

We follow a tradition in our house on each Easter Sunday. Dadda hides the Easter eggs in various spots in the house, and I try to find them. It is similar to a treasure hunt, and he provides me with clues to help me to look for them.

I will get to paint the Easter eggs as well, but Mumma says I need to be cautious, lest they break.

My best friend, along with her parents, have also been invited for dinner. I can barely wait for Easter, and I sure am looking forward to having a great evening with the people I hold close to my heart.

Even though it is somewhat difficult to celebrate someone’s sacrifice, I understand that He gave up His life only so that we can live in peace and harmony. I have decided to be a good person, because I do not want Him to look at me from Heaven and feel that He sacrificed His life for nothing.

 



Some Serious Talks

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Our teacher told us that we will have a guest in our school who will be talking to us on various topics that will help us grow and become aware of our society. She said there are good things and bad things that we need to know about so that we can protect ourselves and those who we love.

A lady arrived about an hour later. She was very tall and beautiful and wore a very pretty dress. We greeted her as she entered our class and asked us to introduce ourselves. Everyone in our class took turns to introduce themselves. Then she said we’ll talk about something very important today. She asked, ‘how does your mom or dad show their love towards you?’

One of my friends said her dad kisses her on the forehead, when she does something good. I said, mumma gives me a tight hug and someone else said he gets a pat on his back. The lady listened to everyone and said, so you like the way your parents show their love towards you; but have you ever felt bad when someone touched you? No one replied.

Then she continued, “Today we’ll talk about ‘Touch’, the good ones and the bad ones. A kiss or a hug from your mom, dad, grandma or a friend makes you feel happy because they love you, so this is a ‘good touch’. But there can be situations when someone touches you and do not feel good.

This is known as bad touch. As you are growing up, you must understand the difference between a good touch and bad touch. Anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, ashamed or painful is a bad touch. If you ever feel like this when someone touches you, you must talk to your teacher, mom or dad immediately.

Remember, people who make you feel like that are not good and you need to stay away from them. But since you are small you may not be able to do it alone; you need your parents or teachers to help you get rid of the person”.

She added that it is perfectly alright to say ‘NO’, if you feel bad about a touch no matter who it is. Remember, you might feel about something who is close to you, but that should not stop you from protesting. You have complete right over your body and nobody can force you into doing something that you do not like.

This is true for both girls and boys. You are all growing up and will have to confront a lot of people; some will be good while some might not be as good. So you need to stay alert.

All of us listened to her carefully. I had a lot of questions to ask but I decided to talk to mumma about this. She will understand my questions better and give the right answers. I was eager to go back home and give mumma a tight hug. The session ended soon and we were all released from school for the day.