The younger two (currently in primary school) happily dawdled behind. I had just collected my teen from school and together we walked half a kilometre through bushland to where the car was parked.
“We had an Easter egg hunt today,” my sweet-tooth daughter explained after pulling out treats from her bag with a sorry-if-they-are-crushed apology. “And I saved some eggs for the kids,” she continued handing out the treats.
Those moments are special as a parent: when you realise that even though your children bicker sometimes, there’s a deep undercurrent of love there. We are – without a doubt – intertwined in each other’s lives and with that comes a broadening of oneself. It’s special to see the outworkings of that amongst the chaos.