After surviving the school egg hunt, it was on to the church one. You’d think this one might be a bit easier, right? I mean, church folks, they’re less aggressive and no one pushes and kids are different, right? WRONG. If anything, it’s WORSE because no one is watching their own kids. All the church parents are huddled in the shade talking about how they’re going to volunteer next while their kid somehow obtains the powers of a superhero. But, guess what? They’ve met their match because I can become psycho superhuman when you least expect it. This year was especially nice because Dan was able to attend. As we traveled from the fellowship hall over to the courtyard where Brittain’s age group was to hunt eggs I was giving strict instructions: “You stay with Coleman. If you can break away from him and point some eggs out to her, do it.” “Brittain, when they say ‘go” you go as fast as you can and pick up as many eggs as you can.” We arrived at the courtyard and they were instructed to line up. I’m standing there with my camera knowing good and well that I’m not going to get a single picture. “GO” is yelled and they’re off. I immediately run toward Brittain and I’m pointing to eggs. “Here…here…look there…put it in your basket and GO…I don’t care if that’s a pretty egg…just GO.” Several times I would see a kid running toward one of HER eggs and I would give him a look of death. My eyes get all crazy looking and my nostrils flare out…”Don’t you DARE touch that egg.” Of course then I stand up and say very sweetly, “Look at all of you. This is so much fun. Aren’t they the cutest?!” In the end, Brittain ended up with an average amount of eggs. Not the most, of course, but thankfully she didn’t walk away with 3.
How many more years do I have to do this? I’m thankful that my next one is a boy. Secretly I’m hoping he’s going to be one of those aggressive ones who doesn’t care who he knocks down in his path. One can only hope.
When the actual Easter day rolls around it’s almost a relief because all the egg hunts are finally over. One tradition that we started several years ago was a group picture of some of the kids at church whose parents we’re friends with. This year was our 5th year taking the kids picture together. It’s hard to believe how much time has passed:
