We didn’t do an easter egg hunt

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We didn’t do an Easter egg hunt for the kids this year. And you know what? It was really freeing.

At first, I felt guilty that I didn’t want to do one. I felt required by the Easter Egg hunt Gods of social media to hide those little plastic eggs filled with candy and little toys that I would inevitably throw away around the house for Sofie to find and Henry to chew on.

I knew I had no time to put the hunt together. I had no time for them to execute said hunt either. We had phone calls to make, vacuuming to finish, and most importantly, we had to pick up my sister from the airport.

But every time I got on Instagram (for absolutely no reason whatsoever), I was reminded of what I wasn’t doing for my children. My friends’ kids were running around their backyards finding all the eggs, putting them in their cute little baskets. Pictures were being taken. Memories were being made.

Then it dawned on me that the only reason I felt guilty about it is because of social media. If I hadn’t seen other people putting on that egg hunt, I never would have wanted to do it for my own kids. It’s not something I think is bad, it’s just not something I really care about in the grand scheme of things, and I honestly don’t think I’m ruining anyone’s life by not doing it.

What’s the point of this post? The point is that I’ve come to worry about my parenting skills as compared to other parents. But it’s not just that. It’s my whole life. It’s what I eat, how I dress, the order in which I spend my money. Social media has made it very easy to feel like you have to live your life in a certain way and according to certain rules in society. I’m sure that expectation was there before, but now we see it. Other people’s lives are placed right in front of us daily, making it easy to wonder if we’re doing it right. And you know what? It doesn’t matter if you don’t do the Easter Egg hunt.

Not doing that specific Easter tradition is what’s right for my family, just like choosing to travel instead of buying a house, just like waiting on pre-school and every decision I’ve made about my life since becoming an adult.

Choose your own path. Follow what’s right for you. Live without the regret of not following someone else’s life.

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