As I walked into Target this afternoon, the beautiful greens, yellows, and lavenders of the Easter season greeted me. Colorful Easter baskets lined the aisles with their shallow basins ready to stuff with chocolates, jelly beans, marshmallow chicks, and plastic eggs filled with treats. This time of the year always brings my Aunt Kate to mind because every year she would carefully and thoughtfully prepare Easter baskets for each niece and nephew around some theme that she knew we would love.
Being the only girl with two older brothers and one younger, you might assume I was spoiled rotten. However, at the age of 7, I could not imagine anything as horrible as being in this family with my mean brothers. They ganged up on me and constantly teased me. (Please don't misunderstand, we were and still are a loving, close-knit family.) I was surrounded by "boy stuff," and I wanted some to have some "girly stuff" that I could play with once in a while.
My Aunt Kate knew that I had a tough time in the realm of sibling affairs. She decided that year that she would whip up an extra special frilly Easter basket for me. I think she must have bought out every color of fingernail polish at Woolworth's that year! I had a lovely purple and pink basket with nail polish, a Barbie doll with two outfits complete with tiny plastic shoes, a tube of "grown up" lipstick (a very light pink that was Mom-approved), and some little white gloves with lace to wear with my Easter dress to church on Sunday. Oh and enough candy and chocolate to keep a little girl's tummy happy for some time!
She worked at a dime store so she really didn't spend much on what she put in my basket, but she gave me so much that year. She let me know I was special. She gave me permission to be pretty and feminine and enjoy being a little girl in a house of rowdy boys!