As we strolled through the grocery store isles filled with pink plastic nesting, coloured baskets, lovely spring flowers and Easter eggs I was overcome with a sudden melancholy.
I miss having my kids around most days but special days and seasons are a bit harder. At Christmas I manage to steal a few hours with my grandchildren so that takes the edge off but at Easter there isn’t the same sort of distraction.
I used to love the squeals and jostle of Easter morning as my children followed a long line of clues which lead them through the house. I would spend hours the night before writing little poems on scraps of paper and placing them, along with those little chocolate eggs, around the house. Each poem led to another and finally to a bigger chunk of chocolate with some spring toys like skipping ropes, Frisbees and new socks. We had a special bonus a few years when one daughter’s birthday fell on Easter. That meant bunny cakes and extra joy to go with the scalloped potatoes and ham which had become traditional for the day.
As I ponder the reason for the sadness I note that while I certainly miss my children, what I really miss is the fun. I wonder how as adults, we so easily abandon fun. Somehow along the line, I have forgotten how to make fun for myself.
It is easy to make fun for others. When I do training I take a whole trunk full of fun with me. They get crazy rubber toys, play dough, silly glasses, things to colour, and mustaches. It lightens the hours, brightens the mood of difficult topics, and makes learning fun.
When it comes to my own life though there isn’t much fun any more. Somehow it got very serious and very busy. I’ve never been much of a party type so that doesn’t happen.
So now I’m wondering how adults inject fun into their lives. What does it look like for you?