“Things will get messy at times and that’s okay,” articles on parenting always say. But when things don’t go according to plan, the second part of that statement sometimes gets thrown out of the window.
This morning, I found myself almost at my wit’s end when the much-awaited Easter egg hunt turned out to be a series of unfortunate events. This tragicomedy started with a frazzled mom unintentionally breaking one of the uncooked eggs and ended with a flustered little boy refusing to continue painting after accidentally dropping one of the two remaining eggs.
Judging by the look on my son’s face, I knew that an egg hunt was out of the question so we just carried everything back inside and had breakfast.
When I walked into the bedroom hours later, fragments of painted eggshells scattered on the desk greeted me.
“The best laid schemes of Mice and Men, oft go awry,” they seemed to say.
I looked at the little boy intently peeling an egg and asked, “Are you happy?”
“Yes!” he replied with a grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye.
And with that, all traces of disappointment (his and mine) were completely erased.
One of my favorite childhood memories was the annual Easter egg hunt my cousins and I used to have. Our parents would boil dozens of eggs and we would all gather together and color them on the eve of Easter Sunday.
At sunrise the following day, our parents would hide the eggs in my grandmother’s garden then wake us up and we would all run around in our pajamas looking for the eggs.
Although I never ended up with the most number of eggs, I always found it to be such a wonderful experience. So when I became a mom, it was one of the first things I placed on my to-do list. Although my son was just a year old last year, I decided to give it a go. I let him paint two eggs and go on an egg hunt.
We did the same thing this year but I added one more egg. A lot of our art supplies were missing so I had to make do with what I could find. The little one didn’t seem to mind though. He was completely stoked about painting the eggs. He did a pretty good job, didn’t he?