Grow another day...
He does not wake, and barely stirs, as I slide the book from under his arm. Little sleep was gotten the previous night because he stayed up late coloring eggs and anticipating family time during Easter. Shockingly, he actually asked to have his hair cut. He had laid out his Sunday clothes, including a vest, before going to bed.
Today had begun very early with a running Easter egg hunt in the living room. After each time all the hidden eggs were found, I had to hide them in increasingly more difficult spots for yet another round. A quick breakfast before church was almost forgotten in anticipation of the planned dinner later. Bouncing into church, he greeted everybody, and everybody greeted him. Trembling with the effort, he sat still until the children's message. Some other kids beat him to the front, but not many. He had visited with most of them at the community egg hunt a few days before. They all kept still during a comparison story of how eggs represent new life; suspecting their patience would be rewarded with candy filled plastic eggs. Back at the pew, he gleefully volunteered to share his M&Ms with his older sisters and me. After church, he was specifically greeted by his senior citizen friend who always offers him a mint, always making both their days.
Everyone talking almost at the same time, overlapping each other's stories and plans, the kids ate their fill ... only to scavenge for more a few hours later. Going to the Kiddie Park, watching a family movie, inviting friends over, playing a board game, everyone together walking the dog, re-hiding the eggs, going to visit friends and other suggestions intertwined. Homework and housework were not options today. Most of the other suggestions eventually happened; each interspersed and spliced together with the others. Snacks, phone calls and clearing the table somehow get thrown into the mix.
While intermittently catching his breath (and grabbing snacks) he eavesdropped on everyone else's busy schedules for the next week. With this day only half way through, he was already eager for spelling bees, the school fundraising "circus", and a host of other activities.
Supper was followed by roughhousing to the point everyone had to catch their breath from laughing. A VCR movie was followed by a bedtime snack. With no school tomorrow, lots of plans could be repeated and new ones created. Bedtime was late. Daddy had to listen to his prayers. Still, he wasn't really tired, so a book had to be started. The day could never be long enough to hold what should go into it.
I put the book on his overflowing shelf. For him, Easter was what every day should be. It was full of family and friends. It had begun and ended with anticipation. To anyone young at heart, such as my son, Easter is not only the rebirth of life; it is the rambunctious continuing joy of life. I gently tousle his hair, thank him for the lesson he shows me everyday and whisper that I hope he has sweet dreams.