Today I went to an Easter Egg Hunt with two of my granddaughters. One is 6, the other 10 months old. Here is the crowd waiting to get in:
And here’s a shot at the Easter Egg Hunt (or should I say “hunt”) itself. Clearly, the eggs were not hidden, just strewn on the ground.
I watched from the sidelines. The last Easter egg hunt I had gone to had done me in.
It had been 15-20 years ago. Parents participated elbows high, shielding eggs so their child could pick them up and prevent other children from grabbing them.
Today, it was chaos on the lawn. My 6 year old granddaughter gathered eggs. Her mother told me that, early on, when W– had about 5 eggs and other kids had their baskets full, she turned to her mom and asked if she was doing something wrong.
“No,” her mom said, “you are being smart and kind.”
Smart — because at the end, kids turn their eggs in for a goody bag. It didn’t matter if they collected 2 eggs or 52 eggs. Everyone got the same goody bag.
Kind — because she wasn’t fighting other kids for the eggs. She was picking up eggs, not picking fights.
“What a great answer,” I told my daughter-in-law.
It was wonderful to spend part of a day with them — and I love the way they are raising their children.
This is in response to Linda Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: hide.
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Isn’t it sad that even something as innocent as an egg hunt is turned into nightmare. I agree your daughter in law is a very wise lady 💜💜💜
The neighborhood has an annual Easter Egg Hunt – and they hide them! Sometimes too well…
That’s how I remember Easter Egg Hunts — hidden eggs, and some discovered weeks or months later! I think this transformation into egg “hunts” where the grass is just strewn with eggs says something about our culture. I’m not sure what — but it says something 🙂
Hehe! Yes, it says that “everyone is a winner”!