Being a single woman with no children will not stop me from having an opinion on how parents treat the holidays. Or from judging them.
It’s Easter. When I was growing up, the Easter bunny would bring my brother and I each a little easter basket. It would usually have a small stuffed animal, some candies, and a small toy of some sort. Maybe a movie. And we would hunt for chocolate eggs hidden throughout the house. It was great! Simple. What do I see on facebook today? Excess. My parents were sent a picture of their friends’ grandchildren with all their candy and toys. Their loot took up all the space on the giant kitchen island. It could have been posed for a department store display. I heard stories of other children receiving cameras. This is Easter. When the fuck did the Easter bunny start giving more (and better) presents than Santa Claus? No wonder so many kids suck these days! I’m so glad that I am beyond my babysitting days.
Not to mention what Easter is actually about. How many of you believers took your children to church this weekend? Or even told them what Easter means?
Kids don’t have to wait for, or earn, anything anymore. They’re going to be falsely entitled adults with unrealistic expectations about how the world works. Thanks for that. I know most of you who will read this are great parents. But back the fuck off the unnecessary gift giving. It’s too much and you know it.