Max and Sue’s Eggs-Cellent Adventure

For several years I’ve been amused at the Facebook posts made by a friend in the spring as Easter approaches.  As her son gets older, she laments the day that he will no longer want to color eggs with her.  She shares that she has threatened many times to show up at his dorm or apartment with boiled eggs and a coloring kit when the time comes.  I just love the enthusiasm and spirit of that commitment.  So, taking a page from her book (titled You’re Never Too Old to Color Eggs with Your Mother) I hard boiled some eggs, bought some Easter egg coloring kits, and invited myself to my son’s apartment for a ‘fun surprise’.

Now my son is generally a good sport about whatever random activity I ask him to participate in (especially if he doesn’t have to leave his apartment or I buy him dinner) but I wasn’t sure if he was going to be excited about the egg coloring activity I’d been planning for a week.

He came to the door to help me carry things from the car. 

“Wait,” I told him.  “Stand here.  Take this. Hold this so I can see it.”  I positioned him in front of his door and posed him with the dozen eggs and two coloring kits, shoving his childhood Crayola bunny in the crook of his arm.  His first reaction was not excitement.

“What are we doing?  No.  Stop it.  I am not amused.  Quit laughing.  This isn’t funny.  I’m hungry!”

Okay, okay.  I needed to take the picture.  Once that was done, and we got everything (including a bag of Taco Bell) carried into the apartment, he was a little more receptive.

Earlier in the week at the store, I had taken way longer than was necessary trying to decide on an egg decorating kit. I read the directions on the packages, decided what effect we wanted, and considered what was included – stickers, wax crayon, dipper, puzzle. cardboard egg stands, etc. I ended up with both traditional color dye and a speckled egg sponge kit.

As happens too often for me, with anything that even hints of artistic talent, my great expectations were way more than my results. I broke the wax crayon on the first egg. The egg I first dipped in red, and then blue, turned out brown rather than purple. And Big Surprise! – my speckled sponge art eggs did not look like the ones on the package. But we had a fun time.

I love, Love, LOVE my one and only, and I am thankful EVERY day that he wants to live close enough that I can visit him, encourages me to visit, and only rarely makes me think its all about the food I’m bringing.

Happy Easter Everyone!