I watched as they started the hunt and she ran about 3 steps and then panicked: where was her basket? She couldn't possibly pick up eggs without the basket. Her brother was long gone, of course with task in mind. She turned back searching for me, the expression on her face heartbreaking the parental crowd thinned enough and I went to her, I pulled the basket off her head and handed it to her and told her she was okay (she was crying), and to go see if she could find an egg. I watched as she picked up one and then it was evident that all the eggs had been claimed. Her brother found her as he was charged to do and then from a distance I saw a huddle around her. When they emerged from the group everyone was happy.
They described to me what had transpired when they found me. Now looking through the pictures I am touched even more to see what I couldn't at the distance I was.
Without any adult interference just the sorrow of his sister he took it upon himself to make all things even.
I can see Z's appeal to the other hunters on her behalf. You can see in their faces what kind of a response they received.
He later told me he gave her half his eggs and then asked other kids around him if they would share just one with her.
It's a simple thing. A Christlike thing. A small act that makes me such a happy mom. Because of Him, Because of Jesus Christ my children know how to see a need and fill it, see a broken heart and mend it. They learn to serve as Our Savior served. Z ended up with less eggs than his sister.
Afterwards they had a raffle for a few gift baskets. In a tender mercy Nev's number won the raffle.