Not to brag but growing up I had the absolute BEST Easter bunny in the world. She was so incredibly creative. Now that I think about it, where in the heck did she even find the time? Oh yes…Easter bunnies don’t think of it that way I suppose. I mean, when you are doing special things for the little ones in your world you do it with great love and somehow you always find the time. And I quote Mother Teresa, “do small things with great love.” Well anyhow, my Easter bunny went above and beyond.
From the time I can remember I would wake up on Easter morning with my sister and brother and there would be a giant basket full of chocolate, a handwritten note from the bunny herself and a plastic egg. Inside that plastic egg was a clue on where to find the next egg which held the next clue and so on. These clues took us all over the house. They were clever and thoughtful and sometimes rhymed. As the years passed the egg hunt grew. It went from the house to outside in the yard and the next thing I knew we were on the four wheeler riding around on the farm and down to my grandma’s house looking for clues. It didn’t stop there! When my sister could drive that Easter bunny decided to step it up a notch and hid clues all around town. Now mind you, we lived 5 miles outside of town at the end of a dirt road on the farm. My awesome, coolest, most clever Easter bunny hid these clues all around town so we could go on this giant Easter egg hunt in my sisters car! It would take all morning and those clues weren’t easy but eventually we would make our way to the last clue and waiting there was a gift for each of us. Not just any gift but a thoughtful gift. My Easter bunny always put a lot of thought into what we would like and I loved that (and still love that) about her. It was never about the gift though. Don’t get me wrong, I always loved a special present at the end and after that a big family breakfast, but the best part was the hunt! It was thrilling and different and made me eager with anticipation.
I realize Easter egg hunts for most people end when you are 9 or 10 or something but not for this girl. I believe they stopped when I went to college and lived 90 minutes away. My point is, here I sit in my 30’s and my heart is so full remembering our big Easter egg hunts growing up. Times have changed, technology has changed and I do think children are different these days…but…children are children and the effort and love that we put into things both big and small spills over into their lives in a very big way.
I’m encouraging all you Easter bunnies out there to think outside the box this year. Maybe it isn’t a huge all over town egg hunt but perhaps start a new fun tradition that pulls in even your oldest children. I know my sister did a lot of eye rolling perhaps when she drove us around town looking for plastic eggs with clues but I guarantee if you ask her today it would be one of her greatest memories. Many times as parents we think we are too busy and just don’t have the time…but we do have the time. Just remind yourself that it’s not just an Easter egg hunt but it’s a memory, it’s time well spent, it’s all that matters in the end. Someday down the road you’ll probably wish for just one more chance to stuff plastic Easter eggs with tiny handwritten clues in anticipation of seeing your child’s beautiful, wide, excited eyes sparkle from something so…simple. Sending creative thoughts to my fellow Easter bunnies!