The Easter Egg Hunt of a lifetime

When Rocker and Moo were very young, we had just moved to a small town up north. The whole city maybe had 1500 citizens at the time. Like many moms, I dressed the kids up in boots and jackets and off we went to the egg hunt.
We had heard from our neighbors that this was an event not to miss-as the kid who found the one golden egg would have his/her picture in the newspaper and be awarded the grand prize. There was no mention of what this grand prize was, but since Rocker was six and Moo was three years old, I didn't really care. My goal was to come back with at least an egg or two of candy.
The hunt was supposed to begin at 10 am sharp. As we drove to the park, I reminded the boys that this was for fun. They were to be nice to others. If they were lucky enough to find more than one egg, they should give one to someone who doesn't have one. Rocker was never one to share. His nose was pressed against the minivan window carefully eyeing up his competition. Moo, in his usual state was just content to go with the flow.
As I opened the side door, Rocker grabbed his basket and jumped out.
"Hey, slow down!" I shouted as I helped Moo out from his carseat.
"I want to get in line! I will see you over there!" he said. He quickly looked both ways and darted like a gazelle across the road.
Moo and I slowly and carefully crossed the road and tried to make our way through the crowded playground to the pavilion for the start of the hunt. Time was getting short and it was about to begin. Excitement was building among the restless children as the mayor at the microphone gave out the rules.
I looked around for Rocker and couldn't find him in the crowd. I wasn't too worried, as it was a small town and from where we were, I could also see the van. I assumed he was in his restricted age area for the older kids and busied myself getting Moo lined up for the hunt.
Then, suddenly---the whistle blew and we were off!
Kids, parents, grandparents, cousins, neighbors--everybody was running!, grabbing!, yelling!, screaming!, hunting!, looking!, searching!....this went on for a full fifteen minutes...and then...it was over...kids stopped hopping, running, screaming and searching. All the eggs had been found.
A peacefulness had taken over. Baskets were full of plastic colored eggs filled with all kinds of goodies. There was laughing and smiling and bliss. Those not so fortunate were invited to go to the main stage and they would be given eggs to take home.
I then realized in all of the activity, I hadn't seen Rocker at all. I asked Moo if he had seen his brother. No, he shook his head-he hadn't.
Trying to appear calm and collected, I asked people all around me-did they see Rocker? No, no-no one had seen him all morning. I felt a sense of panic rising in my chest. Moo and I started walking faster and suddenly, this hunt for eggs had turned into a hunt for my son! My breathing started getting faster and faster. I left Moo with a friend and kept looking and searching. True panic had set in. I was unbelivably freaked out. I looked under bushes, in the woods, in the van, in all the cars (only a few left by this time) parked along the road...WHERE WAS MY SON???
Finally, I decided to do the only thing left. I would have to go to the stage and have them call his name over the microphone. I would be the only mother in this little town's history to have lost her son at the damn egg hunt.
I resigned myself and slowly walked with my head hung, up to the main stage...what would I tell Mr. Cutie? He'd never let me out of the house again with Moo. He'd say, "No, we can't have you leaving the other one somewhere..." They'd probably have to plaster Rocker's face on a milk carton in the shape of an Easter egg-as an annual warning to parents everywhere that they don't want to be next year's victims....
Then, out of the blue I hear " MOM!"
I looked up. I knew the sound of that kid's voice... would it be? Could it be? YES, IT WAS ROCKER! Wait, what was he doing on stage? Who are those people around him? Why are they taking his picture?
"MOM! MOM! I FOUND THE GOLDEN EGG! THEY ARE TAKING A PICTURE OF ME FOR THE NEWSPAPER WITH THE GRAND PRIZE!" Rocker was jumping up and down with a chocolate bunny the size of Moo held out in front of him.
I ran up to the stage with tears in my eyes-more relieved that my son was alive and well than I was that he had won the big prize!
"Congratulations!" I hugged him.
Rocker jumped off the stage and ran over to Moo. Together they crossed the road with the giant piece of chocolate and got into the van. It was so big, they each had to hold on to a side to keep it upright on the way home.
"Hey, Mom-you didn't even have to stay with me this year. Were you worried when you didn't see me?" Rocker asked.
"Me? Worried? What did you think I would do, run around all frantic looking for you? I wasn't worried for one minute." I replied-trying to make him believe me.
"I didn't think so. You just aren't like that. " he said.
"Nope, and I won't ever be either." (Pause) "Say, how are we ever going to eat that thing?" I asked.
"THE EARS FIRST!" he shouted.
"NO, ME FIRST!" Moo chimed in.
"NO....MOM! I FOUND IT...IT'S MINE!" Rocker yelled.
"NO! ME!" yelled Moo...and so we were back to normal once again... fighting boys in the backseat struggling to the death over a stupid piece of giant chocolate...one pinch here, one punch there..."MOM!"... "MOM!"...

Dear You,

The other night might have been the best I have felt in quite sometime. I was able to tell you things I have wanted to for quite sometime but never had the gull to do it. Then when suddenly you decide to step into my life again for no reason some feelings that I thought might come back thankfully did not. I am happy with who I am today and that is without you. Its ok to move on with your life somehow I don't think you did because you tried to say things that would have bothered me before but they didn't. There were somethings that I probably should not have said but the past is the past and nothing will change that At some point in the future I do hope there would finally be peace between us. Things have changed with me and there is another big change on the horizon which I wish I could talk to you about but I can't there is nothing left to do but say. Bye.

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