Organizers at an annual Easter egg hunt in Colorado Springs
this year’s event due to hundreds of parents swarming the
egg-laden playing field last year to ensure their kid got an egg.
“Helicopter parents” spoiled it for everyone. You know the
type: Parents who closely hover around their kid to make sure the little darlings do well in sports,
school, and all other life-changing activities such as procuring a colored egg.
I remember attending an Easter egg hunt when I was about six
years old. It was held at my friend, Judi’s, house. The activity, overseen by
her mom, was your typical scene: Two dozen kidlets, baskets in hand, were
released into the back yard onto which a few dozen eggs had been strategically
Being a semi-aggressive athletic event, I was at a
disadvantage but didn’t seem to mind. Somehow, my six-year-old mind saw little
intrinsic value in snatching up more hard-boiled eggs than another kid. I
wandered around a bit, feigned egg-searching motions and eventually sat under a tree.
Once the frantic egg-snatching died down, Judi’s mom
declared the hunt concluded. She then divided up the eggs evenly among the participants,
cake and ice cream was enjoyed, and all was well. No feelings were hurt and
there was nary a helicopter parent in sight.
I'm very happy to say that Judi and I are still close friends to this day.
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