Phragments from Phyllis: Easter blessings in the heart of a child
What a glorious Easter it was on Sunday. The weather was beautiful, and the blessings were abundant.
I took on the responsibility for Easter clothes for Cade and Payton and ended up at Pitter Patter in Aiken on Friday, where I saw JoAnn McKie also checking out the latest clothing for little girls. Of course, she noted she had yet to get something for her granddaughter Caroline for the Fourth of July. My response: It's two days before Easter, and I'm just now getting Easter outfits; I haven't begun to think about the Fourth of July yet. (Some of us are just more organized than others.)
Tom and I dyed eggs with Cade and Payton on Saturday morning and got ready for a brief visit from Pearce - and her parents, of course.
Unfortunately, Vince had last-minute work responsibilities, so they arrived in time for supper Saturday and were headed back to Greenville by 4:30 p.m. Sunday. But we made the most of our time together.
One thing that struck me this Easter was just how grown up - in so many ways - Cade and Payton are.
We all went to church on Sunday morning - a breakfast, egg hunt, then church.
I guess by 5, Cade has become a seasoned egg hunter - and by default, Payton has learned from her big brother. They were both still in the preschool group for the hunt, and they were out of the blocks like a shot. While other kids still were trying to get their bearings in the courtyard, Cade and Payton had moved to the far side, picking up eggs right and left as they went. The good news is that when they realized other children still only had three or four eggs, and each of my grandchildren had around 15, they stopped. The pair assessed the situation and decided they had collected enough. I'll admit that even last year on an egg hunt at Grace, Cade had collected so many eggs so quickly that Tom pointed to a toddler and said, "Cade, maybe you could share with him." So Cade proceeded to walk around the room - it rained last year so the hunt was in the Wesley Center - and he began to deposit eggs in other children's baskets.
Of course, one attitude is that an egg hunt is a microcosm of life - if you don't take action, it passes you by. If one kid has 25 eggs, and another has only two, that's life. But at the ages of 1 to 5, I think we can afford to be a bit more democratic about egg hunts and likely save a few tears in the process.
My friend Susan always has her first-graders put their collected eggs in one basket, so to speak, and then they dole them out evenly. They have the satisfaction of knowing when they collected the most eggs without some children feeling like they somehow failed at egg-hunting with only a handful of eggs in their baskets.
Besides, at Easter, when the story is about the ultimate gift that God gave to the world, how can I not be happy that my grandchildren are willing to give the small gift of a few eggs from their collected larder? For them, it wasn't directed by the adults in their lives so much as a spontaneous act. It wasn't an act of socialism as much as an act of true charity - from the heart.And isn't that one of the lessons of Easter?
Now we're preparing for the baptism of Pearce - who was herself a perfect angel in church for Easter, by the way - in two weeks. This occasion will be another great blessing in my life.
Email Phyllis Britt at firstname.lastname@example.org.