|Posted on April 27, 2011 at 2:37 PM|
(this article originally appeared in the 4/26/11 edition of The Monmouth Daily Review Atlas as a part of my Practical Parenting opinion column)
When it comes to buying Easter basket candy I think there are three routes you can take. You can a.) buy the candy your kids like, b.) buy discounted candy in an effort to make your dollar last longer or c.) purchase your personal, favorite candy.
As I sit this Easter evening surrounded by mounds of discarded wrappers and eggshells, I feel slightly guilty eyeing my kids’ baskets. You see, I’m a smidge ashamed to admit that I am the former type of consumer.
Allow me to explain.
We prepared for Easter a month ago. That’s right, I pat myself on the back for being ahead of the game this spring season. When the candy prematurely hit the store aisles I snagged a bag, or two or five. I tucked the treats away in the far corner of the pantry, under the bag of onions (because what would kid would look there?) and felt good about my hidden treasure.
Last week however, with Easter on the horizon, I pulled out the stash of candy to take an account of what I had accumulated. The bag was full of jellybeans, bunny crisps and bubble gum eggs. And not the good kind. The cheap, generic kind.
Fear gripped my heart as the realization dawned on me that I would be left to eat the sad, tasteless chocolate.
Now lest you judge too quickly let’s be clear. I know there will come a day when my children will abandon their baskets of goodies. They will, as they do every year, indulge their every sweet tooth and eat candy until they can’t stand the sight of it. Then they’ll leave the baskets unattended for days eventually abandoning them altogether. And what will I be left with? Bad candy! I recognized if I didn’t rectify this situation quickly that I was going to gain weight on (gasp!) bad chocolate!
So I did what common sense demanded; I made a last minute run to the store. I loaded up on caramel, peanut butter and crème filled eggs. I unashamedly purchased solid milk and dark chocolate bunnies and gourmet jellybeans.
Did I pay a price for this last minute run? Yes! Did the store benefit from my irrational behavior? Of course! Am I ashamed to admit I eat my kids’ candy? Well, maybe, but I know you do it too.
Listen, I’m certainly not pleased with myself. I’m not proud that I am planning on eating the candy I gifted to my children. I’m embarrassed that I am a grown woman with the will power of a kid in a candy store.
I admit, that like much of America, I momentarily lost the real meaning of the holiday in a quest for delicious looking, overstuffed baskets of goodies. For that I am ashamed.
Why do I let the commercials dictate what Easter should look like? Why do the bright lights and well placed retail displays distract my heart knowledge about what’s important? Because certain peanut butter eggs are only sold during Easter that’s why! And my gluttonous soul wants to eat as many of them as I can.
So Easter is done, the plastic grass is strewn all over the house and the day was truly wonderful. All that’s left to deal with is myself. At the conclusion of this holiday I’m left to wrestle with why my head and heart don’t always line up with each other, why I collapse at the thought of Cadbury and how to make it different next year.
Because when you know better you should do better. Why? Because I’m the mom and I said so that’s why!
Stephanie Sikorski is mother to five children who share her love of candy. She is a Parent Educator for the Monmouth-Roseville School District and can be reached for consultation at [email protected]
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