Planned a relaxed celebration with the Sprouts and Grands on Easter evening. I knew everyone’s day would be filled with church and Easter lunch. Could we gather at dinner time for some grilled hot dogs and fun picnic foods? No one would be required to wear Easter finery.
After dinner, we had a very humble egg hunt for the 2 1/2 year old grand. It was raining.
We ‘hid’ our eggs in the great room. ‘Time to hunt!’
Granny KK bought some plastic eggs at the walmarts. Didn’t want to overdose the grand on nothing but candy, so I tried to find unique little things I thought he’d enjoy. It was a difficult task, because most things small enough to fit inside the egg presented a choking hazard to his little sister. What to put in the eggs?
The little rubbery bunnies were a big hit. They were colorful and fun and he squealed as he opened each egg. Ditto, the Pez candy. He adores Pez!
The monster was a home run. He loved it. The minature magnetic trains were instant favorites.
Then the little tyke expectantly opened an egg containing this paralyzing sight.
I can hear your accusations now. ‘What kind of insane granny scares her guileless grand with a scary snake?’
I admit it….the lure of the $1.00 aisle at the walmarts overcame my good sense. He’s a boy for goodness sake. I thought he would adore it.
The baby had no problem with it. Hhhmph.
Amid the boy’s screams and shrieks I tried to explain, ‘It’s not a real snake, it’s only a pretend snake’.
That’s when I remembered…..2 year-olds have no concept of real versus pretend. We have snakes at our house occasionally…rattlers….and they are all TOO real. What was KK teaching her grand baby?
Called the Sprout this morning with an apology for being an idiot. Instructed her to throw the snake away. She said it was too late. The toddler made them put the snake in a jar and he slept with it on his bedside table. Carried it around this morning and took it out of the jar with shouts of EWWWWW…I touched the snake! He put the snake back in the jar before he went to preschool. What have I started?
Mistakes vs forgiveness. Real versus pretend. It’s all very confusing.
It comes with the territory of being in a family, I guess.
Maybe the Sprouts will forgive me. Maybe I haven’t blended the toddler’s brain too badly. Yet.
I’m certain of one thing. There’s nothing pretend about Easter and the resurrection. His love for each one of us is immeasurable.
Hoping I can tell the grands about the authenticity of that event one day.
Amazing grace-love to all.