Seek And You Shall Find

Every year ever since the kids were very little, we’ve been doing an egg hunt at our house on Easter morning.  

The first time we did it, it was pure magic. Their sleepy eyes suddenly popped wide open, awed by colorful plastic eggs that miraculously appeared overnight.  When they found out that they were filled with candy…

Well, as I said, it was magical.

Of course, over the years, the magic wore off but an element of surprise still remains. 

Partially, because each year I threaten that

This is the last one we are doing.  I swear. You guys are way too old for it.

But, on Saturday night before Easter, something starts gnawing at me, I cave in, drag out the box with eggs and begin with stuffing. One can say that it’s my way of celebrating not only the God who rose Jesus from the dead back then, but also the God who never runs out of surprises for His children today. 

And the fact is, all His kids in our family still love the thrill of the hunt.

So we continued with the tradition despite their age, our age and all my empty threats. This has represented an ever increasing challenge for both kids and parents. For parents, the challenge is to find the age-appropriate places to hide the eggs, without insulting our children's intelligence or making it so difficult they want to give up. Initially, the bright plastic eggs were scattered pretty much in plain sight -  all over the floor and  furniture – easily accessible for toddlers to reach.

Then, we moved into the book baskets, inside the violin case and kitchen drawers.

Now it’s on top of the furniture, ceiling fans, inside the microwave oven and the refrigerator. Under the sink.

We still leave few eggs that we think are relatively easy to scoop up. 

Yesterday, the one 'hidden' in plain sight proved to be the hardest one to find.