Could there be a best way to Easter egg hunt? I don’t mean to be bossy, but I would say…YES!
At our first egg hunt, after a grandma elbowed my one-year-old son Hank, pushed him under the table, and then proceeded to grab the Reese’s egg from his loose grip…this reality was solidified.
My husband’s aunt, she knows how to Easter. Yes, that is making Easter an action, but it is just a thing. She turns Easter into the celebration that it is meant to be. One of the best parts of how she does Easter is her egg hunt.
Can we just say it? Egg hunts bring out the worst in humanity. If you want to see why we need Jesus, watch an egg hunt. Selfishness like I have never seen exudes from typically selfless people, fighting for what is theirs and taking no prisoners. I can’t even.
Pat’s aunt has it down to a science. Change your egg hunt, save your Easter, with this simple improvement.
Pure genius. She writes each kid’s name on fourteen eggs, so each child is looking for their specific eggs. Rather than Graham elbowing Finn to steal the chocolate bunny, when he sees an egg with his cousin’s name he yells out, “Finn, over here…this one’s yours.” Ahhhhh…I sink back into my chair just thinking about the bliss…egg hunt camaraderie.
Just like we want to help each other find Jesus, so we help each other find the eggs. My heart and soul can rest, rather than bandaging elbows and icing black eyes left over from the carnage of the hunt.
I digress.
Anyway, that’s my favorite way to egg hunt. Grab your Sharpie and your most mysterious handwriting and change your life. Okay maybe it won’t change your life…but it will save you some bandaids.
Happy Easter
