This isn't so much a story, but an observation about egg hunting styles. This is my second to last Easter entry, I promise. We are very tired of eggs around here. But here's what I witnessed on Easter Sunday. After waking up, soo early and so excited to see their Easter baskets, all three kids wanted to hunt for eggs - they noticed they were in the back and front yard this year - that was new. But Kenny had gone to the sunrise service at 6am so we were waiting out in the front yard for him. Once he got home, totally suited up and such a contrast to all of us in our pajamas, we let them run - wet feet in grass, and everything. Oh, it's Easter, I let it go.
But here's the observation -- all 3 kids hunt eggs in ways that match their personality. And it's not a big surprise, not really, but just interesting.
Elijah: oldest, competitive child - hunts eggs with gusto; so afraid he'll miss one; will take eggs away from others if he can get away with it.
Lydia: middle, sensitive child - she's quick so she keeps pace with big brother finding eggs, but gets feelings hurt when big brother (whose basket was overfull) starts helping little sis find eggs and not her.
Lanie: youngest, carefree child and always in her own world - could care less about how many eggs she gets; opens each one and stops to talk about it; Oh, and complains about her wet feet.
I love how different they are and can't wait to see where these personalities take them. I could throw out some suggestions, but I'd hate to get muddled up with the self-fulfilling prophesy. I'll just have to let them figure it out. (With very intense parental coaching, of course :-) )
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