Parenting is an ongoing struggle, isn’t it? I have to say though, that things are much better than they used to be. I think the issues that we deal with now are “normal”.
But something happened over the weekend that I just have to share.
Yesterday there was an Easter egg hunt at our church. Littlest Dude was in the oldest age bracket, and this is probably the first, and last year he would be able to participate. His gaze traveled across the gardens, and a smile touched his lips, seeing the multitude of eggs scattered in the grass (4,000 eggs, I was later informed)
They made an announcement for the older kids not to get the eggs in the middle of the field (Since participants ranged from 2 years to 8 years.) I reiterated the request to Littlest Dude. And then they were off!
There is nothing cuter than several hundred kids running through a field trying to find eggs.
I lost sight of Littlest Dude for a few minutes until his red shirt gave him away back in the trees.
At least it seemed that he’s left the easy ones for the other kids. The eggs disappeared quickly, and late-comers ran toward the field, hoping to get there share.
Littlest Dude ran by a few times, bag overflowing but determined to find all the well-hidden eggs. Yep. He’s tenacious. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree on that one.
I grimaced as first-time parents strolled lazily toward the event area, obviously clueless that there may not be anything left for their children. Boy, were they about to be in for a bad morning!
People started to leave, and Littlest Dude is still out there running around, having a grand old time.
Then it happened.
He comes strolling back to us, a huge smile coating his adorable little face, WITH ONLY A FEW EGGS IN THE BOTTOM OF HIS BAG.
“Littlest Dude,” I say. “What happened to all your eggs?”
He shrugs. “A lot of kids didn’t find any, and they were sad, so I gave them my eggs.”
Need a tissue? I did.
I hope this warmed you heart as much as it warmed mine.