Every celebration comes with traditions that we build around food. In our extended family here in Maine, where very few of us are actually related, but most of us celebrate our holidays together, we have several traditions. The first of which is that the Finger/Mahle house hosts the Easter meal.
Followed by… there are little girls running around collecting Easter eggs in the yard – usually hundreds of them – hundreds of what seems like little girls and, in fact, hundreds of eggs. Before the actual hunt there is the boiling, dying, painting, and coloring of eggs in preparation for the hunt – an afternoon of spring color applied to eggs in all manner of ways.
But wait a minute. This year, for the first time, we don’t have little ones running around at our knees (ours or anyone else’s) and our girls are old enough that dying eggs doesn’t hold the magic that it used to. Neither does the hunting of them. Our girls are firmly in teenager-land and while they weren’t quite ready to give up on the gift of candy, they were ready to let go of the traditional Easter Egg Hunt. I, on the other hand, might have had to rally a bit to the new order of things and, in secret, wistfully respected the wishes and interests of the budding adults in our household.
Another tradition that we moms pensively released was the annual Easter Cake. Long celebrated in our household with the usual argument of how the cake is actually constructed, neither the cake, nor the argument would be produced this year. Until… Maggie, our newest crew member, walked in with a Bunny Cake – decorated in nearly the same way as the Easter Egg cake and a perfect serendipitous addition to our Easter table.
While our family traditions are changing, what matters the most – that we gather together to eat and laugh – will firmly and forever be a part of how we celebrate together – teenagers or not, Easter Egg Hunt or not, Easter Cake or not.
Adjusting to change and grateful for the people around our table