Rebuilding Rob

It’s Easter Sunday and I really couldn’t give a shit.

For most of adult life, I haven’t really cared about Easter. I’m not a terribly religious guy. I never have been. That’s another topic for another days. But the fact is, I don’t get very festive for Easter. I don’t think it helped I spent my mid 20 -late 30s living 800 miles away from all my friends and family. When it was just one and I, we would make an dinner for Easter Sunday and it was really about it.

Obviously, once kid 1 was born, I got back into the tradition of dying Easter eggs, and doing the whole “Easter Bunny“ thing. Then X1 and I divorced when he was five; which means that Kid 1 spent the majority of his Easter Sundays with his mother.

Then when I was with X2, it really wasn’t much different. My family wasn’t crazy about her and I couldn’t rationalize a nearly 2-hour drive to spend holidays with them and be excruciatingly uncomfortable. I would rather spend the holiday with her family. And again, when Kid 2 was born, I started doing the traditional Easter stuff FOR HIM. Once X2 and I split up, I was back where I started.

As a single guy, what am I going to do with a pile of candy? Or a dozen colored eggs? I don’t even like eating eggs! I think a lot of people try to treat Easter like it’s Christmas Lite. More often than not, Eater feels like somebody bought Christmas off of wish.com. Spending time with is always awkward and forced enough as is. With Easter it is even more so. I’m sure next year, I’ll be singing a different tune when Kid 2 is with me, but this is where I’m at today.

There’s something I’ve thought a lot about about doing that I want to make a reality for next year: I want to make going to a baseball game a part of my own Easter tradition.

My birthday is in 18 days. Because of the way it shuffled around the calendar thanks to the Moon, Easter has usually served as a precursor or a follow-up to my birthday. Growing my birthday fell on Good Friday more than once; meaning that I was had my birthday off from school. Needless to say, I’m a little bummed it falls on a Wednesday this year; but that’s how it goes.

Easter is supposed to be a celebration of rebirth and new life. It is deliberately celebrated at the beginning of spring – the season of the year most commonly associated with new life and rebirth. I suppose it makes sense that I get very introspective around my birthday – given where it falls on the calendar Woth this one being the big five-oh, I’ve got more on my mind than usual.

Happy Easter…

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