My mother was a Sunday school teacher so I was taught what Good Friday and Easter Sunday celebrate. But, when I think of Easter, I remember colored eggs, candy, good food and all my family members.
I miss my mom most on holidays and a little everyday. When I was little, my three sisters and I would color eggs in my mothers coffee cups on Saturday night. Easter morning we would wake up to find our personal straw basket hidden in the living room filled with candy. Later in the day, we would find the colored eggs in our yard, lovingly hidden by my mother.
When we were older, my mom got us brightly colored, oval shaped plastic baskets—they were bigger than the straw ones, too. MORE CANDY! Plastic eggs came out about this time and my mother would hide those filled with a piece of candy or a coin. The colored eggs she saved for Easter dinner table display. I loved to hide and find those plastic eggs. Once wasn’t enough, so I would hide the eggs again and my sisters and I would find them in the backyard or just in the living room.
My sisters and I got candy filled Easter baskets into adulthood. Then my mom would have a chocolate bunny or some kind of See’s candy for each of us. Along came my niece and by the time she was walking, my family took great delight in watching her find the hidden Easter eggs. A basket was always waiting for her at Grandma’s house. I still colored eggs on Saturday night—in fact, I probably only missed coloring eggs with my mother five times in my whole life. My mom was such a child when it came to holidays and she loved to color eggs.
Much later, my two nephews joined the family. I not sure we waiting until they could walk to find the Easter eggs; we might have carried them and pointed out the eggs when they were really little. By this time, my mom had moved to another house fifty miles from our childhood home—not much changed though—she kept coloring eggs, making Easter dinner and hiding candy and coin filled eggs. And, I kept re-hiding them for my niece and nephews.
So it’s Saturday night and I should be coloring eggs with my mom—do they color eggs in Heaven?
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