|The Laughing Mom: humorous tales of motherhood|
|Written by Susan Pfaltzgraff|
Going to an Easter egg hunt as an adult is a whole new experience. What once was wildly fun and full of sweet rewards has become an event fraught with anxiety.
This is the second year in a row that I’ve found myself running out the door in order to arrive early at the park so we get a good spot (besides the danger that it may be over if you’re a minute late). Once we’re there (waiting in the cold), I start worrying about my daughter Melise getting trampled by all the other kids behind her and coming away with an empty basket!
The mere thought of my child giving that heart-wrenching cry of disappointment raises my pulse rate. That’s why I threw a package of special candies in my purse as we headed out to this year’s Easter egg hunt. If I needed to, I could sneakily fill her basket before the tears started.
Luckily, the egg hunt was well stocked with sweet goodies for all the kids. Melise took her time carefully picking through the grass as if the brightly-colored candies were camouflaged. Even then, she came away with a full basket, so the candies in my purse were quickly forgotten about.
At church the next day, I could barely keep Melise still during the service, as usual. Several times, she dug her hands into my purse looking for entertainment. She pulled out my lip gloss and gave herself a shiny smile. Then she pulled out a little bottle of lotion and massaged it into our hands. Finally, she found the candies.
I knew I was in trouble when she said, “Ooooo!” I watched her as she turned the package all around and was relieved to discover that she couldn’t open it.
Of course, the next thing she did was to start whispering, “Open Mommy, please? Please, please, please?”
The thought of chocolate all over the church pews was enough to keep me from giving in. At last, she gave up, but she hugged the candy close to her chest through the remainder of the service. As we left church, I convinced her to put them back in my purse until after dinner.
We had Easter dinner with family. The kids were entertained with more egg hunting—empty eggs before dinner and candy-filled eggs after dinner. Melise delighted in opening the eggs to get to the candy inside. A person watching her open the eggs might think that she has quite the sweet tooth.
In reality, she opened each egg, unwrapped the candy, took a tiny nibble and then handed to me to eat. Apparently, it was the unwrapping part that she truly enjoyed, and I was the one getting the sugar high. Amidst all this activity, the candy in my purse was forgotten about again.
When we finally arrived home, I pulled the candy out of my purse. I thought Melise might like to share it with me, so I handed one of the little eggs wrapped in foil to her. We each unwrapped our candy. I tossed the whole egg in my mouth while Melise took a petite bite out of hers.
I thought, surely, she would eat this well-traveled and long-coveted candy. Instead, she handed the rest of the egg to me and said, “Mommy eat it.” I did, gladly.
Somehow, I’m not disappointed that my child hands all her candy to me. However, for the sake of my aching stomach I won’t be packing extra candy next year. And don’t worry about Melise not getting a treat. Eventually she made a special request—a cup of ice. She might be strange, but she’s happy!