This past weekend was filled with some wonderful Easter traditions, mostly numerous Easter egg hunts. As my 4 year old and 2 1/2 year old went looking for eggs I couldn't help but think I need to start training them for Easter egg hunts.
Maybe it's just because my memories involve mad dashes, increased heart rates, and endless searching for the last possible Easter egg that just might still be buried underground.
This year my boys had three easter eggs and with each one they didn't have enough focus and weren't aggressive enough. This has to change, especially if I am going to get my Twix bars and Reese's peanut butter cup fix.
Initially I thought their laid back style was just a reflection of their age. They would see an egg and it took a few minutes to register before their eyes would light up. So, yes they were excited, but then, instead of quickly running to grab the egg, they would think about it and finally pick up the egg to put it in the basket. However, there were a few times when one of my sons would pick up an egg and for whatever reason (maybe it wasn't heavy enough) would throw it back on the ground.
It was so hard to watch all of this unfold. My competitive nature wanted me to tell them to go quickly, get as many as they could and to find the hardest ones. And right along side of them was their cousin. The same age as one of my sons, 2 1/2, but younger than my oldest, running as fast as he could, anxious to get the next egg, and trying to carry as many as he could. He does not need Easter egg training but maybe he can give my boys a few pointers.
I'm hoping for a little improvement for next year.
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