Easter back in the day when my kids were young was busy, busy. Even though they were boys, there was still considerable shopping to do for new clothes. As as they got older and developed their own tastes, another challenge was added.
Then there was the trip to Aglamesis, by myself, to get all the great chocolate and sweet stuff, and, coming home, get all the baskets and tchotchkes out to be filled and / or put into place. We all colored the eggs together, more or less.
The great pleasure of the day was hiding them, most of the time inside. This became even more fun as grandson Patrick was coming up. I – patting myself on the back – was able to hide nearly 4 dozen eggs in the living room, trying to remember where they all were. Patrick was terrific at spotting all my clever hiding places, and got better as the years went by. A couple of years we had that surprise a week or so later, when an undiscovered egg made its presence known.
That’s a long time ago – he’s now 22! – and Easter consists of making tabouleh and perhaps another treat, buying plastic eggs and tchotchkes for the Easter egg hunt, and heading out to niece Cyndia’s house. This year, her grandkids will not be there, so it’s going to be pretty much a grownup year.
Life changes and shifts – let’s just enjoy the ride and the different views as they go by! xoxox