In pondering the little old egg, symbolic of life and rebirth, I realize that therein lies both my "halves". My Jewish ancestors broke the fast of Yom Kippur with a simple hard-boiled egg, as they began anew, repentant and cleansed; and my Catholic relatives boiled, dyed and then ate them, honoring the rebirth of Christ on Easter, a time of new beginnings for all Believers. Tradition!
But when push comes to shove, my Grandkids just want to hunt for eggs, excited that the Rabbit stopped by their grandparents' house. So, what to do when there are four little ones, ranging in age from almost 2 to 6? We know who would score high yield, given an open field! A bedroom per child works out perfectly, with doors festively marked for each, and eggs divided equally. Hey, we don't watch Super Nanny Jo for nothing!
Happy Spring and whatever holiday you're celebrating....and here's to the new beginnings you pray for, combined with lasting peace for all.
