“Mom, is the Easter Bunny real? After we took our picture with him, I gave him a high five. I felt a hand – like a person hand – under his fur. I think he was wearing a costume.”
My heart sank. I looked from Maddie to Katie to Maddie again. I didn’t know what to say, and the sight of their big brown eyes looking up at me and waiting for an answer was too much to bear.
“Well, I, uh, I guess – ”
“I mean, I know he’s real,” Maddie continued. “Of course the Easter Bunny is real. I know that. I just mean…maybe that wasn’t really him?”
“Maybe,” I said so quietly I’m sure neither of them heard me.
And just like that, their conversation turned to another topic and they were done discussing the existence of the Easter Bunny.
Fleeting. It’s all so fleeting. One moment I am shopping for baby toys for Maddie’s very first Easter basket and the next moment I am holding my breath and hoping she’ll believe for just one more year.
Just like that and it’s gone.