We've sworn off organized Easter egg hunts. You know, the kind where parents are running wild with the kids, "finding" the eggs for them? Where 12-year-olds end up with 20 eggs and the 3-year-olds end up with none? No... we did that the first year we moved here and vowed never to do it again. It took all the fun out of the event and it was heartbreaking as parents. So it's become a sort of tradition to join a few other families at a local park in town, fill and bring our own eggs (you bring 12 eggs for each child you bring... each child gets to find 12 eggs... no tears shed.) And afterward we toss down a blanket (weather permitting... year before last it was snowing...) and sit while the kids inspect their loot and listen to the story of the resurrection of Christ. No tears, no frustration and a reminder that the eggs and candy aren't what it's all about :)
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