I'm Lindsay Ferrier, a Nashville wife and mother with a passion for family travel, (mostly) healthy cooking, exploring Tennessee, and raising kids without losing my mind in the process. This is where I share my discoveries with you, along with occasional deep thoughts, pop culture tangents and a sprinkling of snark.
April 17, 2006
>Teenagers and Easter just don’t mix.
In our family, we hide a small present in each room for each of the girls to find and put in their Easter baskets. Traditionally, the girls have woken us at the crack of dawn, ready to search for their presents. This year was different. Way different.
Hubs and I woke up with the baby at 7:30 and spent the next two hours preparing and hiding the presents we’d spent the last two weeks buying. At 9:30, we woke the girls up with a rousing, “Happy Easter!”
They were not pleased.
Apparently, they had stayed up until 2 in the morning watching “The Mummy.” They complained bitterly that we had woken them up at all and spent the next 30 minutes morosely shuffling from room to room, looking around for a few seconds and then asking for clues until we all but found the presents for them. “Thanks,” they’d say dully, dropping the candy/lipstick/iTunes card in their baskets and shuffling on.
On the upside, this was the first Easter that Baby could participate in most of the traditions and she had a blast.
She loved the house hunt and was convinced that the stuffed bunny I had bought her the day before had hidden all the presents for her.
Later, we held an Easter egg hunt in the backyard. Each time she spied a plastic egg, she’d squeal, point and shout, “What HAPPENED?!”
At the end of the day, I put the bunny ears that she’d made in Sunday School on her and let her look at herself in the mirror. She has been wearing them ever since, walking around the house and saying “Hippy hop,” when she encounters someone.
This morning, she woke up and asked me for her blue Easter dress while I was changing her. “I want treasure hunt, mommy! I want treasure hunt!” she said. I think we’ll be going back outside later today to look for more eggs…
Believe it or not, I’m thankful for this odd juxtaposition in childrearing. Just as my teenage girls have decided I’m the stupidest, most unfashionable person to walk the planet, my daughter has discovered that in fact, I rule. Not only do I appreciate her adulation more, I also know beyond a shadow of a doubt that it won’t last and I’d better take it while I can get it.
But damn. Sometimes parenting sucks.