As the night came to an end and Easter bedtime stories were
read. While both kiddos were sound to sleep, I tip toed through my downstairs
hiding plastic coin filled Easter eggs. Making sure my old wooden floors didn’t
creak. Their baskets already stuffed with delicious homemade chocolate and a
toy a piece anxiously awaited them.
Morning came too abrupt. My daughter made the quickest leap
between opening her eyes and standing up -Completely ignorant of anyone around
her sleeping. She didn’t care to eat breakfast, just eager to embark on the egg
hunting journey.
My son played quietly in his crib, unaware of the holiday.
Once downstairs, my daughter clean swept the area of eggs –her
mother’s competitive genetics shine through on occasions like these. She did
pause a few times to aid assistance to her laggard brother.
He followed her every move, walking in her footprints, only
steps away. He didn’t care if he found one egg (I’m not even sure he completely
knew what was going on), he only cared that he was sharing this excitement with
his sister.
She found his basket first, her eyes lit up when she saw the
self-propelled Thomas the Train set the Bunny left for him and commented with, “brother,
you’re going to love this!” My son squealed with excitement.
My daughter didn’t stay in one place too long. She doesn’t
tend to let grass grow under her feet. She continued to race around to find hers,
discovering more eggs along the way. Finally finding her basket and unveiled her
toys, Kwazi’s Octosuit (from Octonauts) that she begged for. Then, tucked away
alongside the record player, she found the Wonder Pet’s Schoolhouse, something she
has been asking for since Christmas.
My husband followed them around with the video camera, while
I snapped the memories with my camera. We do not buy our children things throughout
the year, only holidays and special occasions. So I enjoy providing well for
them on these occurrences.
I love watching their faces (or my daughter’s, since she’s
the one who really understands what is happening) when they see a toy they
love, or their eyes glowing from excitement, and their giggles from the joy.
It’s moments like these that make the overwhelming daily
grind worthwhile.
It’s moments like these that allow me to step back and
appreciate my little family -The happiness I’m able to bring to them on this very Easter.
I’m able to envelop in the magic of Easter and share the mystery
with both of them. As a parent of young children, I realize these are only going
to be a few short adventures in time and right now, I’m grateful I’m able to
charter the voyage with them.
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