My wife was telling me that she is feeling a little bit sad that our children have grown too old for the traditions of coloring hard boiled eggs and having an Easter Egg hunt. She used to go to great lengths to hide the eggs around the house and the yard, and she would also hid the children’s Easter Gift Baskets for them to find. She was careful to make sure that all of the baskets were identical so that nobody felt that their basket was inferior to anyone else’s baskets. She was always so careful about that, wanting to treat all of the kids completely fairly.

There were times when I would ask her if she was perhaps doing a disservice to our kids, making sure that they were always treated “fairly” here at home. After all, the kids need to learn that life is not fair. Shouldn’t they learn that here at home? Her answer was always that home was supposed to be the place where the family can get away from all of the wrongs and unfairness and ugliness of the outside world, and she was going to be sure that the kids knew that life was not fair, but she sure as heck was not going to favor one kid over the other just to teach them that life isn’t fair. I think she has a good point, don’t you?