Thank you for a gorgeously written, bittersweet goodbye to one of the many joys/pains-in-the-ass of parenting. I miss Bubbie (I know - easy for me to say.)
My kids are 15 and 16, and still insist on baskets an a hunt. Hubby hides the eggs while the kids and I are at church. It's a tradition I think will continue for as long as the kids live with us.
My mornings comment on your wonderful essay have disappeared because I deleted my substack account and I am starting all over again. I started my page 3 years ago and managed to mess up a lot of stuff so I am starting afresh. Hopefully I might actually write something in it eventually.
Loved this essay! For me, the highlight of Easter was always (always!) the Easter Egg Hunt. And it had to be a real “hunt,” as a kid I wanted an Easter morning egg hunt you had to work at—finding eggs in fiendishly clever places was such a thrill!
We did something similar for years! I spent many an Easter Eve coming up with riddles and limericks that would send my two children searching the house for eggs (1 clue = 1 egg). Last year, I wrote one final “boss” clue and we officially ended the tradition (the kids are in their 20s). I’m a little nostalgic today but also glad that I got some extra sleep. (P.S. I saved many of the clues and they resurface from time to time.)
Nostalgia is one of the rawest things we feel. Maybe you and Steve should create a small bubbie hunt for each other. Or have candy for breakfast. Whatever soothes or satisfies the spirit.
I am loving the honest poignancy of this post. You are absolutely spot-on. especially about the particular kind of exhaustion for this type of thing as one grows older. I speak as a sane person who is still turning out quality, treat filled stockings at Christmas for my two 30 something sons - and now their partners!! I so get this - and the underlying sadness bit too.
Happy Easter to you, Lisa!
Oh and I also really appreciated that wishy-washy rabbit painting - gorgeous, it is. xo
Thank you for a gorgeously written, bittersweet goodbye to one of the many joys/pains-in-the-ass of parenting. I miss Bubbie (I know - easy for me to say.)
My kids are 15 and 16, and still insist on baskets an a hunt. Hubby hides the eggs while the kids and I are at church. It's a tradition I think will continue for as long as the kids live with us.
My mornings comment on your wonderful essay have disappeared because I deleted my substack account and I am starting all over again. I started my page 3 years ago and managed to mess up a lot of stuff so I am starting afresh. Hopefully I might actually write something in it eventually.
Loved this essay! For me, the highlight of Easter was always (always!) the Easter Egg Hunt. And it had to be a real “hunt,” as a kid I wanted an Easter morning egg hunt you had to work at—finding eggs in fiendishly clever places was such a thrill!
Lisa, this piece is just... beautiful...I can relate
We did something similar for years! I spent many an Easter Eve coming up with riddles and limericks that would send my two children searching the house for eggs (1 clue = 1 egg). Last year, I wrote one final “boss” clue and we officially ended the tradition (the kids are in their 20s). I’m a little nostalgic today but also glad that I got some extra sleep. (P.S. I saved many of the clues and they resurface from time to time.)
Nostalgia is one of the rawest things we feel. Maybe you and Steve should create a small bubbie hunt for each other. Or have candy for breakfast. Whatever soothes or satisfies the spirit.
I am loving the honest poignancy of this post. You are absolutely spot-on. especially about the particular kind of exhaustion for this type of thing as one grows older. I speak as a sane person who is still turning out quality, treat filled stockings at Christmas for my two 30 something sons - and now their partners!! I so get this - and the underlying sadness bit too.
Happy Easter to you, Lisa!
Oh and I also really appreciated that wishy-washy rabbit painting - gorgeous, it is. xo