So this post is only for grown ups.
Adults responsible for planning Easter festivities.
At my house, we tell the story of the real meaning of Easter and we also have an early morning Easter egg hunt. You know, it is three four year olds. They’re loving a good Easter egg hunt.
So my hubby gets up at 5:30 in the morning to hide the eggs in the front yard and backyard and the driveway in between. He was serious about the kids not busting the bunny.
I was serious about there being enough eggs to go around.
So I stuffed stickers and Reese’s and jelly beans for nearly two hours. We filled a bag and off he went. The kids were up before 7 and off to the hunt. This means the eggs had probably been outside about an hour and a half before discovered. Because of a previous year’s infestation of ants, my dearest had sprayed those durn ants days before in order to ward them off. Maybe ants scare away snails.
This is my logic given that we had a massive outbreak of SNAILS. That’s right. Baskets overflowing with eggs are proudly carried into the house. The unpacking of the eggs begins in earnest when we spot the first one. We think it’s just an oddity. Until we notice that the baby’s basket is full of snails (and by full, I mean about six – that seems like an epidemic to me). And then my hubby notices that they are IN THE EGGS and responds, “Hmmm, I wonder how that happened?” While my freak out was nearly at full throttle as a wayward snail made its way across the tile floor of our playroom leaving a slimy little trail.
ACK! Anyone? What the heck?
And why is this post appearing on leadership Tuesdays?
This was my revelation as I was trying to come up with a leadership post in the throes of a completely nutty week.
Leading is like an Easter egg hunt with some sneak attack snails. It’s fun. You have to run around and investigate and work and then you end up with a wonderful group of good eggs. Sometimes, the good eggs that end up with you as their leader are invaded by something not so good. So you have to gently eradicate the thing that’s not so good and relocate it so the good eggs aren’t completely ruined. Or every once in a while you have to radically eradicate the thing that’s not so good for the good of all the rest. Sometimes, you have to relocate the good eggs to a new creative vehicle for moving forward in order to eliminate the old basket contaminated with slime. Sometimes, the existing vehicle is just fine for all your good eggs.
Life lesson: don’t let a few (slimy) roadblocks stop your leadership momentum – those eggs need you!