Luckily the family we were staying with felt the need to spoil our kids a bit and bought baskets for our kiddos. Nothing fancy, but something so we didn't need to worry about it. It was super sweet and helped us not have to think about something else. Honestly, we're not even sure we want that to be a tradition for our family. Eh, just go with it.
Sunday morning we hid eggs. A few times. The last time, the kids hid the eggs for us and we found them. That might have been more fun for them than finding the eggs themselves. Oh to be a kid again. Church felt pretty normal. It didn't feel like Easter. It just felt like a normal day. In many ways it was.
And so we add to our list of things to grieve. Christmas was this way. And Easter was the same. With unexpectedly being in the States for both of these holidays, we just didn't plan or celebrate the way we would want to. We haven't really been able to keep traditions when we aren't even in our own home. Our kids are young, so they don't have a high felt need for traditions obviously. Luckily.
So maybe next year. Maybe next year will feel more consistent. Maybe we'll be in our own place and be able to have our own traditions. Maybe not. We will see. We hold any plans pretty loosely right now. Unfortunately.
But we can say that we enjoyed our Easter. It was low key. It was low stress. We had no expectations. And can I let you in on a little secret? We went to a random, big church. No expectations, no need to make chit chat, no awkward conversations. I could cry or smile or act like a crazy person and no one would probably ever see me again. Hopefully!
And that's where we're at. Going to a random church to avoid people. Enjoying the little bits of alone time we do get at someone else's home. We're invaders. We are invading people's homes and their personal lives. It's not our desire obviously. We're nomads. And we're somewhat emotionally spent. Thus avoiding people we know on Easter Sunday. We're fallen. Broken. Tired. Trying to keep things simple in the midst of chaos.
Just. Push. Through. To. May. 17th. WE CAN DO IT. I can't even communicate how hard it has been on us to not have our own housing. To not have our own space. To not be able to give our kids any sort of consistency. Kids are resilient they say, right? Let's sure hope so!