Obviously there are deeply religious aspects of Easter
celebrated all over the world, but we shouldn’t overlook the pure fun of the holiday
. After all, how many chances each year do you have to trip your little sister and shove your little brother all in pursuit of a bunch of plastic eggs?
The Legends of the Eggs
Eggs have always been the symbol of the earth’s rebirth each year after winter. When folklore and religion blended over time, eggs became the symbol of the rebirth of man. The colors we associate with Easter eggs come from a variety of sources. The tears of Jesus’ mother Mary as she wept at the cross colored a basket of eggs she was said to have brought according to Polish legend, but eggs have also been decorated as gifts long before their association with Christianity.
The Laying of the Eggs
I’ll be honest – I let the chickens lay the eggs without my interference. I just collect them at the grocery store.
The Dying of the Eggs
I love to dye Easter eggs. There is no messier craft and your fingers and countertops will be stained for weeks. While you can use regular food coloring, I prefer to use the packets of color that come with special stickers, decorations and – my favorite- glitter. You hard-boil the eggs or you can blow the insides of the eggs out through tiny holes so that you just have an empty shell. Then you set the eggs into water with the dye. You can color the eggs, paint them, glitter them, or do anything you want to make them special.
The Hiding of the Eggs
Sometime before Easter morning, the Easter bunny
comes and hides your eggs. Well, I suppose he hides real eggs at some houses, but at mine he’s always hidden the cheap plastic eggs that have candy inside. I personally like the candy eggs better. The eggs are hidden all over the yard. Some are in plain sight and others are hidden up in trees and bushes – quite a feat for a little bunny in my opinion.
The Finding of the EggsEaster
morning arrives and we throw on our shoes with our pajamas and crowd the backdoor clutching our Easter baskets. Oh, there were goodies in the baskets, but they were hastily discarded in preparation for the fight to come.
When it’s time, my siblings and I race to collect the eggs. There is none of that “we all get the same number” nonsense in my house – it’s a free for all. I’m not the fastest, so I leave the obvious ones for the siblings and go in search of the high eggs. They look down, and I look up. Somehow our parents always see the ones we’ve missed and coach us on how to find missing eggs. It truly is a puzzle as to how they know these secrets.
The Eating of the Eggs
When the race is finished and the baskets are full, we head back inside to examine our treasures. I’m sure there is something great for breakfast Easter morning, but I never pay attention. I usually just feast on all the little peanut butter and chocolate eggs I fought so hard for.