Easter Tradition

Easter is tomorrow. When I was a kid we always went to church and we had Easter baskets and dyed 200 eggs. OK, my sister and I didn't dye that many but we dyed a lot. We always got new dresses and shoes and we always visited my grandmother, great grand father, and great aunt, who lived next door to my great grandfather. We always gave them pretty dyed eggs from our Easter baskets. They were happy to get them and we were happy to give them. My great grandfather would always give us a quarter. Not just on Easter every time we visited him. It was just his way. 

So, when my son got old enough I kept the tradition of dying eggs alive but with one exception we won't dye 200 eggs. I can't eat eggs like I used to. And I don't remember the kitchen being so hot either. But, I am way older now. I boiled 7 eggs. That's plenty for our small family. I had all the windows open in the kitchen just in case. In vase I had a hot flash. Thankfully I didn't. It was a pretty good day in that area. 

I boiled and cooled the eggs. My son picked some cool food coloring we had in the cupboard and the fun began. I smiled as I watched him turn white eggs to blue, red and green eggs. It reminded me of 40 years ago when I was his age and my sister and I used to sit at our  kitchen table doing the same thing except we sometimes argued over the color. He's an only child and doesn't have that problem. But, those were the days, no hot flashes, night sweats, aches and pains just getting out of bed, and all the numerous other things which come with getting older. 

But even through all of that and more I am truly blessed  to have this time on earth and to have my son and family. And very blessed to watch my healthy 9 year old happily dying eggs. That makes me happy.