Right now I'm watching hockey playoffs with my son. I don't mind hockey -- in fact, I like to go to games, especially if I can get ice seats -- but it wouldn't have been my first choice in entertainment tonight. But we've been running around where I wanted to go all day. He cut my grass and cleaned up the kitchen after dinner. So I'm okay with a little hockey.
Tomorrow we are going out for Easter dinner, something I don't think I've done before. I like to cook and I like to have company, but the reality is that unless there's a houseful, I end up with too much food. It's nice to have a variety, but with only four people I'd have too many leftovers (even sending some home with kids). I made a reservation for us to have Easter brunch at a nice local place -- nothing too fancy, but lots of different dishes to try, no prep and no mess. I also made an Easter basket for my sons (and one son's girlfriend, who will be here). I wasn't going to do it -- the youngest is twenty-two, for crying out loud -- but something told me it would be a nice thing to do. I went small: little Lindt bunnies for everyone, Peeps in three colors, Nerds, Sweetarts, bottles of bubbles, and individual sticks of Play-Do -- all on pink Easter grass in one of my Santa Fe baskets. (I got myself a dark chocolate bar with mango but didn't put that in the basket.)
In my family, small kindnesses go a long way. That doesn't stop just because my kids get older. We give and take, and we sometimes go out of our way (or yield the remote) for something that means a lot to another family member. I don't think my house is the only one where that happens.
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