From the time my kids were old enough to do puzzles and play games, Hubby and I have tortured our kids on Easter by forcing them to do a scavenger hunt to find their baskets. It took a time or two for them to get the hang of things, but they absolutely fell in love with the tradition.
I actually did the hunt the first time for my baby brother when he was little and he asked for one every year after until I was no longer at home. Now it is something my kids still enjoy even though they are teenagers. This year is different though. Hubby and I are passing the torch, at their request.
This year, MC and BG wanted to set up their own hunt for each other. They are coming up with the hiding spots, creating their own rules and instructions as well as getting insanely creative with their clues. I have watched both of them running around the house the last several days looking for spots, sharing their strategies with me and asking my advice. It has been nearly as fun as watching them do the hunt itself.
It is a little bittersweet as they are now getting almost too old for this, but it is also incredibly cool to see how into it they still are. It also tells me that there is a very real chance that this will be one of our many traditions that they carry on with their own kids (if they decide to have them) when they get older.
I love that we are all completely okay with allowing that tradition to evolve and become something else as we all get older. It is also one of the many, many things that these two do that make me feel so proud as a parent. They are such awesome and caring kids who think so highly of each other, it just leaves me awed, especially with my personal history. I love that my kids have such an amazing relationship with each other.