What does Easter mean to you? My cousin Diana asked me last Sunday. Six feet across her, my mother sat drinking her Asosi (Cerasee) tea. After years of begging for her chokola ayisyen (Haitian hot cocoa) recipe, she’d finally decided to give it to me, not of her own volition, but simply because she didn’t want to make it this time.
“Nothing,” I genuinely answered. “Easter means nothing to me.” Baffled, both stared at me as if I’d just committed a crime. Understandably, being raised in a Christian household and Easter weekend is of great cultural significance almost everywhere. It wasn’t until later that I realized why my answer could be such a revelation. Except for Christmas and Mother’s Day (even though I firmly believe doting on your mom should be a year-round ordeal), they are superhero women who do it all. Rightly so, they deserve a day to be revered internationally. Ever since I could remember, I can honestly say that I was that child who wasn’t particularly keen to observe most holidays. But I always looked forward to some of them because they were extended weekends or time off from school. And now an adult, my sentiment remains the same. I’m not sentimental about Easter. However, it means something entirely different to many people. And for my mother and my cousin, it means something pure and sound.