In spite of the Coronavirus lockdown, the calendar continues to mark off this challenging year. This Sunday, April 12, 2020 will be Easter Sunday.
As a child growing up in the Midwest, Easter Sunday was a special day. It marked the beginning of spring, no matter what day or month the calendar posted.
And we were always prepared.
For weeks, Mom had planned, designed and sewed our Easter outfits. The females in the family would be outfitted in the latest fashions which included white gloves and hats.
The guys had it easy. A lightweight suit and white shirt. Tie not optional.
Even if it snowed on Easter, we wore our new outfits snugly engulfed by winter coats which we shed once we entered the church building.
Everybody in town went to church on Easter Sunday, so the entire populace was outfitted in pastel colors, gloves, hats – and ties for the fellas.
As I grew up, styles changed. More casual. No hats or gloves. But we still kept the tradition of a new outfit on Easter Sunday.
Somewhere through the years, Mom stopped sewing for me. So I made my own Easter outfit. When I stopped sewing, I shopped in town.
The Saturday before Easter offered abundant sales. Stores filled with females of every demographic. Dressing rooms with lines of excited women. Clothes draped over arms. Shoes in hand, because if you’re going to buy a new outfit — you’d better have new shoes as well.
This tradition is one I have not been able to shake. Every year I watch for spring sales and look for something special to wear on Easter Sunday. It’s no longer the entire outfit. New shoes not necessary. Just something to celebrate this special day.
In February of this crazy 2020, before we knew the virus would re-invent our lives, I used a gift card at one of my favorite stores — Versona. I wasn’t expecting to find anything for Easter — not that early in the spring season.
But it found me — the perfect skirt that matched a top I already owned and a bargain with my gift card.
Alas! This Easter Sunday our churches will be empty, still on lockdown to protect us from the ravages of this pandemic.
But Sunday will still take its place on the calendar, still remind me of its special significance and of the years Mom made my clothes.
Years ago, my aunt Mary (may she rest in peace) told me about a time when she was discouraged. No job and finances were tight.
She decided to fight her heaviness with a practical attitude. She climbed out of bed as if she was going to her job. Fixed her hair and dressed up. Ate a healthy breakfast and told herself she would have a good day.
“It’s important to take care of yourself,” she said. “Even if you have to pretend.”
So I’m pretending this Easter Sunday is a normal day, as if I’m dressing for church and wearing my new skirt to welcome spring. I’ll fix my hair, pat on some makeup and livestream my church.
I want to enjoy the day by dressing in the hope that next Easter I will be in the actual church building.
Will you join me? Dress in your Easter best and post it on Facebook or the social media of your choice.
Celebrate the resurrection of Jesus with hope that next Easter will be better.
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