Showing Easter Grass Some Love

I'm departing today from my 7 part series on excess to discuss Easter grass. I believe I just heard a collective groan from every parent on earth.  You know the plastic Easter grass that we parents put in our children's Easter baskets year after year, even though we loathe the stuff. It shows up wound around the bar at the bottom of our vacuums. It finds its way into our washing machines. There are pieces in rooms that they should never be found in. We see it all year round even though it's supposed to be put in the trash on Easter afternoon. Well, this year MOTH and I were so smart. We decided to get beach buckets (big ticket items for little beach bums) for the kids' Easter goodies and figured they would never notice that the Easter grass was missing. They didn't, score one for us! Except that there is still Easter grass all over my living room and under my couch. It is there because when I pulled out their Easter baskets from last year and all those plastic eggs to be hidden, it was lurking there. And now I will see it for another year.

So maybe there's a reason why the Easter grass keeps haunting me. According to about.com the origin of Easter grass appears to have come from the idea that Easter eggs were left in grassy areas by the Easter Bunny, and then children searched through the grass for these wonderful prizes. The grass is a symbol. I started to think of other grassy areas surrounding Easter. I'm betting there was grass in the Garden of Gethsemane.  Grass reminds me of all the times my children have run through the grass playing and having the time of their lives running to find Easter eggs filled with candy. Grass grows in the spring when everything is fresh and renewed. Grass is awesome. So maybe I should quite hating on the Easter grass and give the grass its props. I decided I love the Easter grass and all it means to me. Happy Easter!!