04/21/2025
Just like Moms experience, Iām laying in bed with all the thoughts that tend to go through a Mamaās mind at the end of a special day (āDid I do enough? Did I do too much? Did I let them have too much sugar? Did I get enough pictures? Did I forget anything? Etc, etc.) ā¦
Then, it dawned on meā¦ as the girls + I were snuggling in bed saying our prayers, I elaborated on why itās important to end the day remembering + focusing on what your most thankful for-because then our bodies + hearts will be filled with that loving gratitude as we drift off to sleep. When the girls piped up with their gratitude prayers, I was heart warmed to hear that what they were most thankful for was time with family-it was the experiences that made the big impact today on their hearts. š
Success. It wasnāt the candy. It was us. The three of us, together.
After all the effort stuffing all those eggs this morning, Iām reflecting tonight on the fact that even with all the little details that this Mama focuses on, that what they remember most is the experience of enjoying it all together.
In all the details I loved putting together, leaving carrots out for the Easter bunny, putting yellow flowers in my maternal Grandmotherās vase in remembrance of my Mom, in sipping coffee while stuffing a bazillion eggs, in hiding them outside at the crack of dawn while running around the yard in my slippers (wondering how many other parents were doing the same thing at that time), in the bunny cinnamon rolls, the extra hair brushing with the favourite bunny headband, in the backing up of the minivan so Lorelei could run back into the house to get the flower she wanted to give the Minister, in the philosophical +spiritual conversations about what Easter is about, in the yard games we played at Pop + Grammyās, the Easter eggs we dyed as a fun experiment, all the way up to a game played in our pjās before bedtime that Fefe made up of throwing plastic eggs into a bowl ā¦
ā¦ in all of this, our story of Easter Day 2025 was weaved in our hearts formed by the frequency of love in every experience we shared. At the end of this big day, thatās what they remembered.
Me too.
Happy Easter, peeps. šš¼
