Well, it finally happened.Â Only one kid (out of five) made it home for Easter.Â While our oldest two daughters have been out of the house for a while, the fact that they both now live out-of-state means that we will see them for fewer holidays.
But the three little girls (okay, they are no longer little or young, but they will always be the three little girls to us) are all still in college, and that usually means that they come home for the holidays.
But, not this year.
Our Baby the Miner decided that she “had too much homework” which, I think, was code for “I spent St. Pat’s weekend and Spring Break week with you, and I need some time to myself!”
Our Baby the Bearcat is 5Â½ hours away, and making the trip home for 2 days was just not feasible.Â She will be home in just 18 days so she really did need to concentrate on homework, tests, and finals.
The only child to make it home for the weekend was Our Baby the Bulldog.Â Having a boyfriend at home may have had something to do with this.
We knew this day was coming, but it was still a little sad.Â There were no Easter baskets filled with candy and new socks.Â Yes, we
have had a tradition of including new socks in the kids’ Easter baskets every year.Â While other parents included video games and fancy toys along with their candy, we always gave our kids new socks.
Because by Spring, they usually needed new socks.Â I also
haveÂ had a thing about each kid always having enough socks, without holes in them, to wear.Â That’s because, growing up with 6 sisters, things like socks, underwear, and even bras wereÂ community property.Â And there were very few pairs of these without holes in them.Â In fact, one of my sisters used to hoard her favorite pairs under her pillow.Â So, I always swore to myself that my children would have their own supply of undergarments, and that they would not have to wear holey, worn out underwear, socks, and bras.
Easter always seemed a good time to replenish these items for them.
The year, My Baby the Bulldog even said on Easter morning, “Where are my new socks?”
While I laid in bed Sunday night, the change in tradition made me think of the Bob Dylan album / song, The Times They Are a-Changin’.Â This was his third album and was released in 1964.Â It was his first album to feature all original compositions, and dealt mainly with songs about the issues of the 1960s – racism, poverty, and social change.
Here is the fourth stanza:
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’.