One of the hardest things about having a toddler for me is making holidays fun and special for him. This was the first year that Andrew could hunt for Easter eggs, so we decided to do a short hunt in the back yard. Honestly, this seemed to be more for us than for him. He didn’t wear a bunny hat, and we kept the eggs confined to areas that he could actually reach.
He really had no concept of picking up the eggs and putting them in his basket. He would pick one up and then throw it right back down in pursuit of another. And when we went inside, the magic of the candy-filled eggs was soon forgotten.
I sometimes find myself wishing that he was a bit older, so he could understand a bit better. So we could dye eggs. So we could talk about the Easter Bunny. So he would know that this day was different than any other.
But then, it hits me.
This time will pass too quickly. Soon, he won’t be a
baby toddler anymore. He won’t cry until I pick him up and snuggle him close. He won’t crave my kisses and hugs. He won’t be like this forever.
So I’m going to enjoy it while I can.