My daughter has grown up in Poland. And, in Poland, we hunt Easter eggs like this:
There are 12 eggs and 4 kids hunting. You each can find 3 eggs. Bring them to me, dump the contents into your basket, I will refill them and rehide them. Get ready. Get set. Go!
And the 4 kids run and hunt and find and dump and close their eyes so that we can do it all over again. We have a blast and enjoy every moment.
We came back to the States. There were a million eggs. And a million kids hunting them. And they didn’t stop at 4. Or 40. And hunting? They were professionals. Like the Daniel Boones of Easter Egg Hunts!
Then there was my daughter.
Wee. Happily skipping. Slowly moving. Lightly looking.
And there we sat…Or stood…Or sweated…
Look for the eggs, Adelyne! Get going! There’s one right above your head! Don’t you see it? There’s another below your foot! Yikes! They took it. Grab the egg! Fast! Adelyne…GRAB THE EGG!
And while we were shouting, sweating, and stressing…all eggs in relatively close proximity were promptly and deftly swiped—by professional egg hunting children. My daughter, her Easter basket bare yet her spirit full.
That’s when I learned…
We have grown up in two worlds. We, my husband and I, in America. My daughter in Poland.
We have grown up as eager, aggressive Easter egg hunters.
My daughter as a “Yea, this is fun! Look, I have 4 eggs!” kind-of-child.
Two worlds. One family. And, in the end, all that really matters is this:
She had fun!
Oh, and technically, she doesn’t really like candy. So all of that candy we sweated about her grabbing—she never ate and we threw out anyway.
Sweated for nothing, eh?
Parents, sometimes we are the death of our children. Especially their spirits of contentment.
And, so, this year, I will do the following:
Fill the eggs
Hide the eggs
Prepare my camera
Remember to just have fun.
After all, Easter Egg Hunts should be just that…
A big bunny that hides eggs ridiculous amounts of non-sweating fun—while remembering to let our daughter be the kid that she likes to be.
The kid with 4 eggs at the end of the Easter-egg day!
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Easter Blog Fun!