Flying Eggs and other Fun at Easter

 

We have 3 granddaughters, ages 6 years, 4 years and 4 weeks.  This past Easter, the 4 week old was only a few days old when Easter came this year so she did not get to experience the grandparent fun we had at our house on Easter afternoon.  To say it had been a very busy week was a complete understatement.  My daughter had her third daughter on the Wednesday of Holy Week.  While everyone was healthy, the powers of the hospital thought she should stay until Saturday, the day before Easter.  That put a slight damper on the girls Easter celebrations because mom and new sister were still so fresh from delivery. But my daughter decided that coming over to our house was still the best remedy for the energy of the older two so it was up to Grandpa and me to keep them entertained while she and her hubs and youngest took it a little easier.  We had Auntie La to help but after several egg hunts in the back yard, egg decorating and eating the girls were still full of energy and the adults were all wiped.

The six year old has been in kindergarten all year and as all adults know when kids start school, they begin to stop believing in everything fun, Santa, elves, bunnies who hide eggs.  She was extolling to her 4 year old sister  how the other kids were telling her that the Easter bunny really wasn't so much a large rabbit as much as he some person just dressed up!

Concerned that the 4 year old was going to learn a lesson she was too young to learn and the 6 year old would never have any hopes and dreams left in life, I took matters into my own hands. Honestly let's face it, I am way not ready to give up on Santa yet myself.  We'll see what they say about eggs flying in from the sky. Who will be a disbeliever now?

With just my son-in-law as witness, lucky thing, while the girls were out back with Babba and Aunt La, I went out front with a couple of filled plastic Easter eggs and tried to lob them over the house.  The problem was my 64 year old shoulders do not lob so well any more and the result was eggs rolling back down on my head.  My son-in-law saw me from the front window and took pity on me and came outside. 

He lobed two eggs over the top of the house.  Oh my word...the shrieking began! You would have thought gold was falling from Heaven!  We kept this up, every few minutes pitching eggs over the top. Then we would run inside and sit down as the girls raced inside to tell us about the falling eggs. Who or what was doing that, they asked.  We had no clue.  Inner smirk.

 Back outside they raced to see if more would fall.  We ran out the front door and threw more eggs and ran back inside. I know our neighbors if they were looking outside that Easter afternoon were getting quite the show.  It was so fun and the best part was listening to the 6 year old whose eyes were as large as saucers tell us about the flying eggs. There must really be a bunny who flies by and drops eggs at kids houses. She was going to tell all the kids at school about this! 

Mother of three daughter came out of the bedroom where she was trying to rest asking what all the hubbub was about. We told her. I thought she was going to fall down laughing.  Suddenly the girls burst into the  house again and told mom what was happening.

Oh it was a very fun afternoon. My son-in-law and I had quite the time. Trouble is, I know these girls, they are going to remember this and next year we'll have to repeat the performance!

Just Sayin' Again

 I just walked outside and admonished a bunch of second graders.  It really wasn't my place, I am not their teacher, I just work in the parish office but I observe them every day at recess.  They just received their First Holy Communion and they should be full of all kinds of holy right?

Well, at least in my way of thinking I thought they should so when I watched them playing four square during recess and slamming the ball at each other that looked rather unfair, I felt the need to speak up.  Why aren't we treating each other nicer?  Why is it that just a week after receiving your First Holy Communion you are treating your fellow classmate unfairly?  I know it's a game of competition but does it have to be so cutthroat, at age seven?

So I said something in a kind admonishing way, but I spoke up. I was just saying we could be a little kinder in our play, couldn't we?  

So what if it wasn't my business or I was not the teacher in charge on the playground. It is called being kind to our fellow humans. 

I think our society could use someone reminding us to be kinder to each other as well.  Just sayin'.

Stress IS Normal!

 Do some days just feel like life is crazy?  The stress never ends, the "Emergency" is about to happen? A cloud is hanging over your life today?  I know lots of people experience this feeling by the looks of my Instagram feed. It is filled with memes reminding people everything will be okay.

Have we just forgotten that just general life is always a constant blur of fixing this, juggling that? Where do we get the idea that life is supposed to be calm and serene?

It certainly was not like that for our ancestors.  They spent every day gathering food, chopping fire wood, knitting socks and underwear!  Life was not calm. Life was not spent indulging in reading a book all day. Life was spent living and doing this that helped you live.

I grew up watching television, not too much because I also spent lots of time outside playing and riding bikes around our neighborhood. I sewed and wrote stories and played my guitar too. But the little I watched television was already setting me up to expect life's problems could be solved in 30 or 60 minutes.  Or at the worst, continued until next week's show!  TV taught us how we should look, dress and have a career. It didn't teach us how to cook, clean or create, at least not until HGTV but even there everything is easy to do because behind the scenes they have a huge crew doing all the work. It's not just a husband and wife revamping, renovating or building anything!

I let my kids watch television too, also not too much, but I think the damage has been done now for two generations indoctrinating us that life should be stress free and now we have this next generation thinking they are messed up because there is stress in life when stress is just a normal part of life!

I think it is times to get rid of the untruthful box that sits in our house and go back 100 years before television and move on with life.  Let's realize that we have to cook and clean every day. We work and we make time to play. Then rinse and repeat. It's that simple. And not stress about anything that comes along to interrupt that because that is part of living life too, the interruptions, change, doing it different or inventing a new way.  

Good luck and may God go with you!

An Eclipse of Time and Trust

 We were so very blessed to be in just the right spot a few days ago when God commanded the Heavens and earth and the moon to give us a show of awe and wonder!  I sat outside with our school children to experience the awe and wonder moment of the moon covering the sun.  Listening to everyone talk and fiddle with their special glasses as the moon slowly moved in front of the bright sunlight. 

Everyone commented on how weird the light looked, not quite twilight, almost pre-storm light. Yet it was not a storm but odd semi-dark that was coming. And when it did, it was so odd to see at the horizons it was still day.  There was dark before us, but at the edges the sun could not give up it's reach and you could still see around you.

My brother took a beautiful shot of the sun at the climax of  the eclipse, and I took a shot of the light at the horizon.  Two beautiful examples of awe and wonder of God's creation.

The ooo's and awes and the huge cheer that erupted from the crowd surrounding me when the moon continued on its path and the sun was bright again.  It was the collected relief of thousands of people knowing the sun was supposed to be bright again, yet also the wait of baited breath that it actually did shine again like we are accustomed to.   

Trust. 

The Fingernails of Decision

This past Lent I was working hard on patience. The first was not losing patience with my technology, something I have to work with day in and day out at work and at home.  

But now I also realize I am a beast when I'm in the car so I want to tame this beast and try praying better in the car for myself and for the other drivers out there.  the world needs peace, not more people yelling and screaming at each other.

I knew I was going to need a reminder every day of how to work on this.  Some people wear rosary bracelets or carry a token in their pocket. A physical reminder of what they are doing extra or working on for Lent.  I would need that too, but what would it be?  What can you carry in your car that reminds you to not yell or throw a fist at another driver? What could attached to my windshield or steering wheel that wouldn't impede my sight?

I was sitting at Mass the day after Ash Wednesday when it came to me.  As we made the sign of the cross at the Gospel, the one where we take our thumbs and make the sign of the cross on our forehead, lips and heart.  I looked at my thumb.  I could paint something on it!  We paint our nails with polish all the time. What could I paint that would be a good reminder?  A happy face? A stop symbol? Cross?  Maybe something that wouldn't need explaining why I don't have my other nails painted? Me and nail polish, gels, stick ons just don't get along. Nothing lasts, and I am afraid of those glued on salon nails! I tried a stick with a happy face.. that lasted about one hour. I am so hard on my nails since I type all day l on, play some guitar, knit and crochet and dig in the dirt weeding.  

Well, I'll give it a try anyway and see how it goes...

Families Surround Us

 While enjoying the Easter festivities of the beauty of Mass and the visiting afterwards seeing old friends who are home visiting, or introducing new babies to the church family, I am always struck by how families surround us. It doesn't matter whether you are single or married, living a single vocation or your marriage has ended, all the people that surround us at church or home are family.

I love when I hear people talk about their "Auntees" a woman who may or may not be related to you but she is given the title of Aunt in her own way.  I think that is so beautiful!  And many non-related men are addressed as Uncle in the same way.

It wasn't just a passing thought of God to have his son come to us as human in the middle of a family. He knew that family is important and that it takes fathers, mothers, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins and extended families to raise a child.  Unlike the 'it takes a village' phrase, I think "it takes a family" to raise a child.  It is important for children to have that sense of connection to their extended families.  My granddaughters know that my sisters are also their aunts, great that they may be, they are still just called Aunt.  My sisters and brother had a great aunt of my dads. She was always Aunt Ruth, not Great Aunt Ruth.  She doted on us as much as she doted on my father when he was young and we loved her for it.  

I also have to laugh when I greet my granddaughter on the playground during recess I get called "Frankie's  Grandma' by the other kids out there. They see that connection and it helps them relate to me as well. We are related by family, all of us, whether our families are big or small.  They watch out for us and help us grow and love us beyond measure. It is a beautiful thing and something wonderful to be reminded of especially at Easter time! 

Three Days of the Resurrection and New Babies With Old Sleepovers

 We got a wonderful Easter gift this past weekend when our youngest daughter delivered her baby during Holy Week.  It was a little surprise because she wasn't due until Holy Saturday but everything was good and wonderful.  Needless to say we had all be making plans for the upcoming birth, but were just a little caught off guard when she arrived three days early.  My daughter has two other children who spent their time while mom, dad and their new sister were in the hospital with my husband and me.  

While the girls have come over often to have what they call 'sleep-overs' which mean lots of activities including playing Barbies, Legos, dance party, video games and snacks, those visits are always one night occasions. But this time it wound up being three full nights at Grammy and Babba's house and by the end you could tell the excitement and fun was beginning to wear off on them. It's just not the same as being home in your own bed, your own toys and backyard to play in. I get it! I was always excited to go to my Grandma's to stay for a week but by the time the third or fourth night came around I was wanting to get home. 

Three days...hmm kind of funny how that matches the time Jesus spent from Good Friday to Easter Sunday. But like Easter, my granddaughters were looking forward to someone brand new, a brand new life to share joy with!

My daughter did have to share when I asked if the  girls were happy to get back home to a normal routine.  Yes, they were, she told me, and the four year old told her, "Mom, that was a really long sleepover!"