I celebrated Easter on Long Island today, a continent away from my children. No hiding of eggs or sharing of chocolate. No hugs, no peeps, no hurt feelings because the girl-child found all the eggs, or the boy-child stomped her eggs.
On the plus side, I did get to spend Easter with my mother, grandmother and various relatives that I haven’t seen in 20 years. Still, I miss stealing all the good stuff from the kids’ Easter baskets. 🙁