Sunday, March 23, 2008
Easter Morning
Easter morning starts early in the Cauthorn household. My oldest son set his alarm for 6AM this morning. I do not have a problem with this.
Easter is not only important for its religious significance, it also gives children a sense of culture and tradition and in our house hold, tradition is valued.
I have many vivid memories the traditions set up by my parents. Every Easter morning my brother and I would search for hidden eggs. I remember once finding a "golden" egg at a friends home and winning a green chick. I have fine memory about one particular Easter morning, when I was too old to be looking for eggs.
My brother and I were in our underwear, tired but still full of excitement. We were up earlier than normal anticipating an Easter Egg Hunt. Our parents are exceptional. They have increased the difficultly of the Easter Egg Hunt every year, this year was going to be monumental. "We hid the eggs in the backyard this year." my mother told us. We grabbed our pink baskets and sauntered outside to look. At first we acted like we were too cool to be looking for eggs. My brother and I only half heartily looked for the eggs.
After a few minutes we are shut out. Neither of us had found anything. It was when we saw our parents looking at us from the back door that the intensity started to grow. We began looking under rocks, in trees, in pots, in leave piles. As time started to pass, I began climbing trees. My brother and I were getting more and more urgent as our parents smiled for the side lines.
At one point my father started to give hints, "Your getting warmer, warmer, colder...". My brother and I were now rushing around the backyard turning with each clue.
At one point I was climbing a tree reaching for a branch that I thought somehow my dad could have hidden an egg on. He had just told me warmer so I was reaching for an even further branch when I saw it. It was an egg but it was not on the branch, it was in the front yard. In fact, now that I was looking, there were quite a few eggs in the front yard.
In the next moment, my brother and I are rushing to the front yard in our underwear to gather the poorly hidden eggs as my parent howled with laughter. Several cars passed as family's with different traditions went to church.
When the last egg was found, my brother and I knew we had found the last Easter Egg to be hidden for us. Our tradition would now have to continue with kids.
I hid our Easter Eggs this year pretty well. I placed some in games, under rugs, in the lamps but none outside. I am saving that one for later.
Easter is not only important for its religious significance, it also gives children a sense of culture and tradition and in our house hold, tradition is valued.
I have many vivid memories the traditions set up by my parents. Every Easter morning my brother and I would search for hidden eggs. I remember once finding a "golden" egg at a friends home and winning a green chick. I have fine memory about one particular Easter morning, when I was too old to be looking for eggs.
My brother and I were in our underwear, tired but still full of excitement. We were up earlier than normal anticipating an Easter Egg Hunt. Our parents are exceptional. They have increased the difficultly of the Easter Egg Hunt every year, this year was going to be monumental. "We hid the eggs in the backyard this year." my mother told us. We grabbed our pink baskets and sauntered outside to look. At first we acted like we were too cool to be looking for eggs. My brother and I only half heartily looked for the eggs.
After a few minutes we are shut out. Neither of us had found anything. It was when we saw our parents looking at us from the back door that the intensity started to grow. We began looking under rocks, in trees, in pots, in leave piles. As time started to pass, I began climbing trees. My brother and I were getting more and more urgent as our parents smiled for the side lines.
At one point my father started to give hints, "Your getting warmer, warmer, colder...". My brother and I were now rushing around the backyard turning with each clue.
At one point I was climbing a tree reaching for a branch that I thought somehow my dad could have hidden an egg on. He had just told me warmer so I was reaching for an even further branch when I saw it. It was an egg but it was not on the branch, it was in the front yard. In fact, now that I was looking, there were quite a few eggs in the front yard.
In the next moment, my brother and I are rushing to the front yard in our underwear to gather the poorly hidden eggs as my parent howled with laughter. Several cars passed as family's with different traditions went to church.
When the last egg was found, my brother and I knew we had found the last Easter Egg to be hidden for us. Our tradition would now have to continue with kids.
I hid our Easter Eggs this year pretty well. I placed some in games, under rugs, in the lamps but none outside. I am saving that one for later.
