Where is the magic? None of my children participated in an egg hunt this year. Nor did they color any eggs … although I did buy the eggs and the egg dye.
Let’s clarify. The oldest is 17. The middle child is 13, but she still loves egg hunts.
My 6-year-old didn’t seem to mind. He just enjoyed his basket of goodies the Easter bunny left him. (Bubbles, a book, a few eggs with quarters … )
Last night I told my husband I felt guilty about not making sure the kids attended all the usual Easter events. I was just tired, and our usual family get-together didn’t work out.
But, you know what? They were fine.
I think there is this imaginary bar that I set for myself, and if I don’t always meet it or go over the top, then I think I failed.
I need to stop that thinking and realize any effort is at least an effort.
When I was little, I loved the chocolate rabbit I would get for Easter. I’d nibble on the ears first, and then the nose, until the poor bunny was hardly recognizable.
There were chocolate rabbits in our house this year, so I guess that was partial success.
– Linda Lynn