Plastic Easter eggs – they’re everywhere! We’ve made them into wreaths, and garlands, and molded Jell-O in them. These little eggs get their big moment in the spotlight this weekend. They’ll be filled with all kinds of things, tucked into baskets, hidden and found by happy little ones. Come Monday, they’ll be packed away and pretty much forgotten until next Easter rolls around. Except for those of us who probably STILL have a stray one hidden somewhere in the house that hasn’t been found for years – I’m pretty sure I’m on that list and I’m hoping when I find it, there’s money and not petrified jelly beans!
Can a plastic egg be something more? On Flashback Friday it definitely can.
We found several boxes of plastic eggs a few weeks ago during a weekend of cleaning out at Emme’s house. There they all were, sorted by color and size, neatly tied in plastic bags. When my sister-in-law asked if we wanted some, there was a collective and singular “No.” How many plastic eggs do any of us really need? In typical Cindy fashion, though, I grabbed one bag of large, pink eggs. Because suddenly I realized that bag held more than plastic eggs. That bag held memories.
Years of Easter egg hunts out on the lawn, up until the kids were practically in college. The big “kids,” the parents, hiding the eggs and our children waiting excitedly with Grandmom inside until we were ready for them. Every child had their own color of eggs and when there were more children than colors, the eggs went by size, little ones for the youngest. Sometimes, those eggs were hidden so well that they were never found until the following year.
I wanted to transform some of these eggs into something special. A box of sorts, that could hold a little gift and be cherished for many years.
I found some pretty tissue paper and Mod Podged each “half” of the egg, so that it could always be opened and closed.
A few Stickles, a pretty bow on top and one around another. Now it’s a box and something a little bit more.
You know when you hold a seashell up to your ear and hear the ocean? When I hold a half of one of these eggs, I hear laughter. Countless memories are embedded in this simple pink egg. Traditions. Love. While the tradition may change and evolve and ultimately be something very different, I’m hopeful that these egg boxes, once simple plastic eggs hunted down each year by my children, will become the foundation upon which new memories will be created, grown and cherished.
It’s not just another pink plastic egg – it’s all of my yesterdays and hopefully, the blessing of many tomorrows yet to come.
Perhaps you can take one of those many plastics eggs you might have, transform it a little bit and tuck it away filled with memories for you or your child. Wishing you many blessings of happiness, faith, love and family today and every day.