Hey, how are ya?!
I am very excited for Easter this weekend for multiple reasons. Family and friends from far away will be home, so it will be fun to hang out and catch up with everybody. This time of year always brings me back to the fun, family-oriented Easter Sunday’s from childhood.
For those who are not familiar with my family, one thing you should know is that we are all competitive. Like most families, we tend to get really invested in certain games. It is safe to say that this competitiveness has caused arguments, physical fights, blood loss, and more. It is strange because we all love each other no matter what. Yet, when it comes to competition, we all just want to win.
One memory that comes to mind is when my twin brother, Sean, and I were playing backyard baseball with our neighbors. We were about ten years old and Sean was beating us all real bad. In the heat of the moment my competitiveness got the better of me. I lost my cool and threw a metal catcher’s mask at Sean’s face. He had to get around fifteen stitches above his eye-brow. I was extremely sorry to Sean…but he learned at a young age who was boss.
Growing up, my family spent Easter Sunday’s at my maternal grandparents house. By the time our family arrived, which was always late, our cousins were ready for the Easter Egg hunt. We always had a big crowd at family gatherings. Imagine ten competitive cousins in an Easter Egg hunt orchestrated by my Grandmother. It was mayhem. Only the strong survived. The best walked away with the golden egg, carefully hidden by Grammy.
Out of ten grandchildren, I was number five in the pecking order. It was hard to find the golden egg while competing with the older grandchildren who had the size advantage, and the younger grandchildren who were sneakily quick. After years and years of losses, I finally found that golden egg one year. The year I won, I switched up my strategy. Instead of normally collecting regular eggs as I go, I decided to seek out only the golden egg. I went for the prize. I got it. Yes, it was a glorious feeling.
We enjoy Easter Sunday every year, and I am excited for the this one. Some of my older cousins and are too old to participate in the annual Easter Egg hunt, as they are now having children of their own. The newcomers will take their places. And to the newcomers, I say welcome to the crazy. One day, the competitiveness and commotion will all make sense.
On behalf of me and my family, I wish you all a happy Easter Sunday!