What was Easter day like for you as a child?

My older sisters, twins Lori and Tracy would wake me up, just like at Christmas. Beside our beds we would have cream eggs put in our slippers or shoes. We would go downstairs and find baskets of goodies on the table, and we always found a hollow, chocolate bunny. then we would go on the Easter Egg hunt. The girls would hunt them up better than I would.

We always had a big dinner. Mom spent the day getting it ready, dad helping and all of us sat together at the dining room table and had a great family dinner together, except for the broccoli.

We sat more in the middle of the congregation now. We used to sit in front but the incense made me sick so mom, not too happy about it, moved us back. Just a bit of family church trivia for you. Mom, an Irish Catholic, made sure she gave each of us money to place in the collection plate.

I’m wondering about attachment and transference with the therapist and the idea of escape and fantasy? How much do you think your strong feelings, constant thoughts, desires to be with your therapist are a way to escape from your present life? I wonder if the transference serves another purpose than to show us our wounds and/or past experiences, but is a present coping strategy for managing what we don’t want to face (even if unconsciously) in the present—-current relationships, life circumstances, etc. Can anyone relate to this concept of escape in relation to their therapy relationship? How does this play out for you?

“Maybe the Lord had a sense of humour,” dad said. Dad would get the glare from mom.

“RJ! We just looked there! Why would you look there?“ the girls would say. Then they would help me find the eggs.

Then we went to church. Through most of the Mass you could hear my mom whispering, “Tracy Alexis, Lori Ann, STOP GIGGLING! No laughing in the Lord’s House.”

If Jesus was crucified by Governor Pontius Pilate, why does the Quran deny his death?

Easter was great when I was a kid, until I found out there actually wasn’t an Easter bunny, thanks to my sister Lori. She could have kept that info to herself.

“Look under there. I think there’s one there RJ!”I was two years younger and the girls looked after me like little mother hens.