When you were a child, do you remember finding your basket on Easter morning?
I vividly remember “my” basket full of chocolate bunnies, lambs and ducks, marshmallow peeps and jelly beans. As I was about to put on my Easter dress, I was only allowed a small piece of chocolate before Sunday school. After Easter dinner, eight of us hunted eggs at my grandmother’s. The three oldest cousins, the two middle cousins, and the three youngest each had a section of the yard where their group’s eggs were hidden. As the youngest of the older group, I have never “won” an egg hunt on Easter Sunday.
When my children, and then my grandchildren, were little, Easter morning started with a “hunting inside”. Each child’s basket had a different colored grass – pink, green, yellow or blue, etc. – and a treat, a big chocolate bunny with the child’s name on it. If your basket contained pink grass, your Easter treats, which could include small toys or wooden gliders, were hidden around the house with several blades of pink grass.
Like children everywhere, mine like to organize their own egg hunt all afternoon on Easter Sunday. It was fun hiding them and making it really hard for your older siblings and cousins to find them.
For five years in our neighborhood, we have organized an egg hunt for our grandchildren and the children of the neighborhood. Competing for the most eggs isn’t always appropriate when kids are between three and ten, so we do things a little differently.
In our group there are usually seven or eight hunters and each child is tasked with finding 10 eggs – all of one color or pattern. As the adults in our group watched the research, we noticed two things. First we had to ask the older kids not to show the younger kids (don’t call them small) where to find their eggs, then after the “big” kids find all their eggs they are still went to help the younger ones. find theirs.
When all the eggs are found, it’s time to distribute the prizes! During our hunt, a number in your egg is rewarded with a prize. Of course, each child goes home with 10 eggs and 10 prizes.
Our neighborhood egg hunt always starts with the reading of “Here Comes T-Rex Cottontail”. The first year, I read it to the children. Since then, a different child reads it every year and everyone applauds at the end. We laugh about T-rex’s bunny slippers and taped whiskers, but it’s the message of kindness, cooperation, and friendship that’s so wonderful. Children of all ages will enjoy. Happy Easter!