04/05/2026
Happy Easter friends - with a special shout out to my “Moms in the Middle Years”! 🌸🐣
🐇 My kids are older, and the bunny’s been outed. (This year was the first year we knew that for sure for our youngest.) Some call these the “middle years”, the ones between having little kids and soon-to-be adults.
But this Easter tradition will not disappear on my watch! 😁 Even if it meant a store run through barren aisles at 645am on Easter morning, drinking cold coffee while frantically filling and hiding plastic eggs while the house slept - because life was too busy to plan ahead.
At some point, perhaps the traditions become less for the kids and more for Mom.
At some point, there’s no more early morning, spring-from-the-bed, gleeful wake-up to search for colored eggs and baskets.
Instead, there’s one bleary-eyed teen slow-rolling into the kitchen, grunting a response to “Good morning”, cutting a piece of the strawberry coffee cake breakfast offering from “E. Bunny” and disappearing back to his teen-cave. There’s one pre-teen still fast asleep, oblivious to the sugar rush that awaits him (and still likely coming down from the one he got yesterday at Nana’s 👵🏻😉).
In another hour, maybe two, I’m sure both will be wide awake and on the hunt - one outwardly casual about it, but quick to sn**ch up a spotted egg and secretly determined to best his brother at finding the most treats. The other one equally competitive, not at ALL casual, and a lot less quiet about his discoveries, LOL.
They’ll compare their spoils for fairness, trash talk their hunting skills, and then roll their eyes before smiling dutifully for the camera, baskets held high.
That’s all it takes for a win, at least for this Mama. The grins I spy from the couch while they search the house, the laughter and banter as they vie for the same plastic egg - that’s MY Easter treat. 💕
I’ll keep the magic alive as long as possible - even when the mystery isn’t no longer mysterious, and they know full well who the magicians are - so that my kiddos know they are always free to be a child, no matter how old they get.
Growing old is a blessing, growing up is optional.
😉
