An Easter Miracle

We were technically Jewish growing up in my mom’s house, but we still celebrated Easter. It was all about the bunny, of course. I’m not sure if my sisters and I even knew history of Easter, either Pagan or Christian, but it didn’t really matter. We loved the holiday.

Our tradition was that each year, my mom would make us baskets full of candy, treats, and the obligatory chocolate bunny. She’d hide the baskets somewhere in or around the house while we were in bed, and in the morning we’d immediately wake up and search.

Well, this one particular year was a really hard year for us. My mom was newly single and working 2 jobs to try to keep us in our nice villa in Boca Raton. Our stepdad of 7 years hadn’t been the greatest guy, and we were all sort of recovering from that. I was 13, I believe.

This is me with one of my sisters when we were about 6 and 5. As you can see, I was always the protective big sister.

I had offered to help with the baskets that year, knowing how busy my mom was. I was worried that she wouldn’t be able to make it to the store in time. I had seen some really cool baskets at the grocery store for only $13 apiece. They were already put together, so I figured they’d save us lots of time. She told me not to worry about it. She’d take care of it.

Easter finally came, and my little sisters of course woke up at dawn, ready to search. We looked all over the house, but couldn’t find any baskets. I had known all along there wouldn’t be any, but we kept looking. I thought my mom probably had a plan, so I tried to hold them off while she got some sleep on her day off. They were so disappointed, but I wouldn’t let them give up.

Finally, I told my sisters that the Easter Bunny sometimes runs late. I told them I had seen it once long before my youngest sister was born, and the other sister was too young to remember. My plan was to go to the store, get whatever kind of treat I could get, if not a basket, and hide it somewhere outside for them to find.

While I was planning my escape, there was a knock on the door. We opened it up, and sitting on the front porch was three big, beautiful Easter baskets with our names on them, signed “The Easter Bunny,” and no one around to be seen.
I was confused, but still I said, “See! I told you! The Easter Bunny was just running late this year!”

It seemed like a miracle. My sisters shone with excitement and wonder.

Later, I found out that the neighbor had made the baskets and sent her son to deliver them. He was embarrassed, so he knocked and ran away. I asked her not to tell my sisters, and she agreed.

I guess my mom had known the neighbor was making us baskets. Looking back on it now, I’m a little embarrassed at how I pushed for those stupid grocery store things. I seriously doubt my mom could afford $40 for candy at the time, after incurring all those new bills, and trying to figure out how make it on her own after all those years.

The “miracle” turned out to be a kind neighbor who knew we were in need, and a shy little boy, but it was still a miracle to us.


9 thoughts on “An Easter Miracle

  1. a kind neighbour, who notices and cares about her struggling and healing neighbouring family, making three easter baskets? And her son delivering them? Thats a bona fide miracle alright, and has the requisite warm fuzzies. What a lovely thing to do, and a lovely (after the fact!) memory!

  2. I was just thinking you should write this story down! So glad you did! If I was a religious man, I would say this “proves” the existence of God. But since I’m not, I say this proves the awesomeness of serendipity. I love this story!

    • Actually, I shared the story with a family member once (you probably know who), and she immediately said, “God was looking out for you guys.” I don’t really think that’s the point of the story. And I think it speaks more to the kindness of people, and how we should all look out for each other. And the awesomeness of serendipity. ;D

      Love you. Thanks for commenting.


  3. I love this story! A couple of years ago a neighbor (I still don’t know who) decorated one of the trees in our front yard with plastic eggs full of candy. It was so cool to see the kids be surprised by something like that when I hadn’t had a hand it it. It made me tear up that morning thinking that someone would do that little magical thing for my kids completely anonymously. I need to reciprocate one day…need some little kids to move into my cul-de-sac. 🙂

    • That is so cool! I love whoever did that! I need to do something like that sometime, too. There is one little thing I often do. Whenever I pass the little candy dispensers, you know, the one’s you put a quarter in and you get a little handful? I like to either leave a quarter tucked behind one, or leave one or two of the slots full of candy. I just remember that when I was a kid, I *always checked for that sort of thing, so I like to think that 9 times out of 10, a kid will be the one to find that little surprise.


  4. Danie’l, this story is so beautifully written about people sharing their kindness with others. To bolster the spirit of giving for a child demonstrates a way of life for that child’s future. This is the wonderful woman you have become and thank you for sharing this loving photo also.

    • Thanks, Susie. (I’m assuming this is the Susie I know from St. Louis.) Thank you for reading the story, and for the nice compliment. I love that picture of Heather and I. We were very close when we were little.

      I hope all is well with you and your beautiful grandkids!


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