Kids lined up behind caution tape, hungrily eyeing up the turf ahead, anxious for the horn to sound signaling it was time to gather their loot. Parents were instructed to "let the kids do it" yet as the tone sounded, I saw parents pick kids up to deliver them to the orbs further in the field. Even with the accidental knock over by another adult, Gwyn did well, gathering a few eggs, one with a message inside that she had won a particular prize. Like any other kid, she was excited.
Then we walked by a very young boy in tears. His mother was holding an infant and reminding him how she told him to run. He had not gathered one egg. Gwyn asked is she could give him one of hers. Of course I said yes. She whispered in my ear that she was going to give him the special one because he was so sad. When she handed the little boy the egg the look on his face was priceless, just as much as the look of relief on the mother's face as she thanked us. Then Gwyn told them to look inside, that the egg was very special.
Hand in hand we walked away, and I am sure I was beaming with pride. In this moment, I realized in some way we are getting this parenting thing right, even if she still bickers with her sister or rolls her eyes at us from time to time, she's reflecting the bigger lessons we have tried to instill within her.