On Saying Goodbye to the Magic

This past Sunday was one of my favorite Easters to date. We kept it low-key, played our brains out, ate a wonderful meal, enjoyed the company of family and felt all the magic that comes with Easter while also trying to remember the true reason we celebrate.

Our kiddos woke up excited to see what the Easter Bunny had left, baskets and hidden eggs, and I too was just as excited to experience it with them. Hearing the quick little pitter patters of feet coming down the stairs and seeing their faces as they peered around the corner was absolutely worth waking up early for.

Squeals and wide eyes were in abundance as each kid bounced around sharing the treasures left behind.

The next day, though, left me in tears. Actually, just the very next morning.

I was in Gwyn’s room getting Franklin dressed when Gwyn knelt down beside me to ask me a question.

A question I wasn’t ready for.

Looking softly into my eyes, she said, “Mom, you can tell me. Was it Daddy who hid the Easter eggs?”

I froze. For a solid ten seconds, I just stared into those eyes while so many responses filled my mind.

“Gosh, no! That was the Easter bunny!” was what I wanted to say.

But the way she looked into my eyes with her head slightly tilted, as to say, “It’s okay, Mom…You can tell me…” I knew I had to give another response.

I just looked at her and can only imagine what the look on my face must have been like for her. Startled. Uneasy. And a little sad, too.

Finally, I smiled. And I nodded my head and said, “Yeah, sweetie. It was.”  Right before the tears started rolling down my cheeks.

She is growing up. She is not even seven-years-old yet and she now knows the Easter bunny didn’t hide her Easter eggs and that just crushed my magic- loving mama heart.

Gwyn leaped into my lap and wrapped her little arms around me, letting me know it was all okay.

She understood.

The look in her eyes, though, led me to believe she wasn’t sad about the news, but instead, she felt privileged to know such a secret. Seeing this, I explained to her that this was something she now gets to be a part of and that she can’t tell anyone, not even her friends.

She happily agreed. And then hugged me even tighter.

Looking back, I realize she must have remembered that not only two weeks ago we used the same eggs for her brother’s dinosaur egg hunt birthday party, and being the detective that she is, realized that it’s probably pretty slim chances the Easter bunny snuck into our house, found and filled our eggs, disposed of the evidence and then hid them in our back yard. And maybe I should have been more careful. And sure, I think I could have gotten away with a long explanation for it all.


But, I just couldn’t do it. Not with how she was looking at me. So grown-up.

We embraced for a long time while I tried wiping away my tears. Frankie, being the little intuitive babe that he is, sensed the moment and too nestled his little face into ours and it was truly one of those mama moments I will never forget.

I’m not sure if Gwyn realizes we are also the ones who provide the Easter basket as well, and I am just not ready to discover that information.

I am just not ready to completely say good-bye to the Easter bunny for my eldest.

So for now, I will accept the fact that she is on to something, and okay with it. I will accept that she is growing up, though I wish so badly she weren’t. And I suppose I have to accept the fact that the magic that comes along with the holidays isn’t going to last as long as I wished it would.



  1. Oh my! I’m at that stage too and I think it is harder on us parents than the kids! Growing up is a bittersweet joy.

  2. Thanks for sharing. I have two teenage boys and the transition is difficult for child AND parent so I appreciate you sharing this story. It helps make things a little easier..

  3. Anonymous says:

    Kids usually discover the Easter bunny first because the eggs are at the store in plain sight!! When Kyle found out about santa he actually sat down and wore my mom and dad a thank you letter for everything they have done for the years and how he will keep the surprise for me so I won’t find out. I believed until 5th grade lol!!! My mom still has the letter so it’s fun to look back and read it.

  4. I found your blog at the Grow Your Blog linkup on Facebook. Your blog post is sweet, and well written. It’s hard when the kids grow up, but I think you handled the situation very well. Good job, Mama!

  5. So sweet! I think you made the right decision. It seems like she took it perfectly! It is bittersweet.

    I’m glad you had a fun Easter!

  6. Aw such a bittersweet moment! I do think you made the right decision in telling her the truth though.

  7. This is such a sweet story! I’ve thought about what it’s like to be a kid discovering the magic is gone, but not the parent. I love that that meant so much to you, and hearing your thoughts as you processed the interaction. It’s so true that she probably felt privileged to know this more than sad!

  8. Oh man, that would be such a strange moment. I don’t have kids so I’m not sure how I’d react, but I think you did great.

  9. This is so sweet! I often think about these kinds of situations I will face when I am a mother. Thanks for sharing!

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