This is the first year that egg coloring hasn’t felt like a big deal.
It just happened.
Maybe it was because the three little girls who were the three babies, toddlers, preschoolers, kindergartners, are now big. They can do things rather than create extra work. Or at least they can help with the extra work.
Roo helped to mix the colors in the cups that we use every year.
Each girl contentedly colored eight eggs. One even shared eggs with me, so that I could dye a few.
There was painstaking care taken to try different techniques, and nothing spilled. No one yelled. Not even when the yellow was removed from someone’s space by me and passed to a little sister, because I didn’t know that it was being used next.
Collie had to help, of course.
We improvised a drying rack.
At the end of our time, each girl had a labeled box of colored eggs for the fridge, and I had a sense of what it looks like to move forward on this mothering journey in hopefulness.
It will not always be thus. My babies are growing up!