Have a blessed, and joyful Easter celebration.
Well, it finally happened. I knew that day was coming. For 10 years I knew it was coming. It arrived last week, quietly, sneaking in when I wasn’t looking.
“Hey guys, are you ready to color some eggs?” I asked the kids just before Easter weekend.
“Yay!” chimed the princess. She loves doing stuff like that.
My son was silent.
“Hon? Are you in for coloring eggs?” I asked again.
“Um … mom?”
Boom. There it was. A decade in the making and you know it’s coming and it still catches you off guard. You keep thinking, “just one more year … .”
“It’s okay hon,” I told him. “I get it. I do.”
“Do you? I just … I just feel like such a baby coloring eggs. I mean, I don’t want to hurt your feelings and if it means a lot to you, I’ll color them with you guys.”
“Oh don’t be silly!” I told him. “Kids grow out of things all the time! I knew it was coming! You keep playing your game, your sister and I will do them.”
“Thanks mom, for understanding.”
He hugged me and I kissed him to let him know it really was okay.
And it is. Still, you miss the baby days when they’re gone, despite how much you cherish the big kid days when they arrive.
My other egg coloring buddy remains for a few more years yet so I still have some time. After that, I’m on my own, I guess.
I might have to hunt the eggs by myself too, after I hide them.
The eggs have been hunted. They were killed before that, as my kids liked to say, getting giggles over the play on the word “dyed.” Oh to be 5! Everything’s funny! “When are we gonna kill the eggs mom?” Even more fun than the dyeing was the hunting. You just never know where those eggs will pop up.
I think we have just as much fun hiding them as the kids do hunting them. We make them – the kids – hide in the laundry room, and we can hear their giggles as we tip-toe around the place, trying to figure out where would be good hiding spots for the eggs. Sometimes, in years past, we’ve forgotten ourselves where we’d hidden an egg or two, so this year I just snapped a shot of each egg as we hid it. With a 5 year old, I’m still a practitioner of “hiding in plain sight.”
Now, we will be able to have devilled eggs to our hearts content.
Darc kept it secret from me until late Thursday night that he had Friday off. That was a nice surprise. We got to spend an awesome 3-day weekend together. Good food, good times, good movies, fun and play and joy.
Today is back to the grindstone. The housework that didn’t get done Friday must be addressed today, the regular chores must be tended to. The kids are still on school break for another week, so that’s cool. They’ll have lots of fun eating through their Easter candy and bouncing off the walls, lol. It’s supposed to rain here most of the week so it looks like no outside play for them. Heh, they can help me vacuum. 😈
I hope you had a great weekend too!