Easter

I Think Not(t). 
Sometimes I think.  Sometimes, not(t) so much.  These are my thoughts, or not.

I am not religious. Never have been, probably not gonna be.  But to each his own.  

Easter / Passover is an occasion for celebration for many.  For some it means Easter egg hunts, baskets of chocolate bunnies, plastic pastel colored grass, ham dinners, a convergence of family, Seder, gefilte fish, or just a day off from work.  

I was born on Easter and I am an adoptee.  My birth mother thought it best to give me a better life, so she gave me up, and thus I was raised in a wonderful family.   Although I always thought I got the better end of the deal, I have pondered what it would have been like having been raised in the alternative. Meh.  Bygones.  Life is what it is.  

My orignal name was "Bunny Jean Davis".  It is on the adoption documents (the inks that blacked out the names of the parties involved aged differently, so yes, I have my former name).  I didn't realize until much later in life how much I really did adore little stuffed rabbits and even now sport a bunny tattoo.   According to my natural mother (whom I did find many years back), she said my eyebrows did some wriggling thing that reminded her of a bunny...  *sigh*  She did get to hold me briefly before the social worker took me away to place me in foster care (awaiting my arrival to the Nott family).  Sometimes I wonder if she still thinks of me on the Easter Sunday.

However ~ for me I spend Easter as a day of reflection.  It is my own person "thing" and something most people do not know about me.  On this day I am grateful for my life and for the life I was given, not only by my birth mother, but for the parents who raised me.