Easter Memories “Aggie and Saggie”
By: Kelly Bledsoe
Kellybledsoe1986@gmail.com
Easter was my mom’s favorite holiday. She loved it because Easter was not about elaborate
decorations, presents, or feasts…it was about hope. How can you not be hopeful when everything around during the Easter season is coming back to life. Dormant trees and flowers are bursting with color everywhere you look. Wildlife wakes up nurturing babies and the circle of life continues.
Growing up my older sister and I looked forward to this holiday because it was the one holiday where we didn’t travel. Easter morning we could wake up slow, discover our Easter baskets lined with treats and enjoy a simple Easter egg hunt…which oftentimes lasted all day. My dad was notorious for finding extremely difficult hiding spots and surprising us with something unexpected once in a while.
I remember one year we searched for hours. Dad kept telling us there were two eggs left. Determined to find these two missing eggs my sister and I continued scowering the house and yard. We listened as mom and dad shouted out, “You’re getting hot or cold.”
All of a sudden, my older sister let out a squeal of delight, she had found the two eggs. However, these were not ordinary eggs. In fact they were extraordinary…and coming to life right before our eyes.
Tucked underneath the back shrubs we watched as two tiny beaks pecked and prodded their way out of the fragile egg shells. Mesmerized, watching this emergence of life happening before our eyes my sister and I fell silent witnessing this miracle.
I remember my dad explaining how these two baby ducks were now our responsibility. Their life was entrusted to us and we took the responsibility very seriously. The first job was to name our “babies.” I was studying Lewis and Clark in school and decide to name my duck Sacagawea. My sister really liked her Sunday school teacher, Sister Agatha, so she named her duck Agatha. “Saggie and Aggie” for short.
Mom and dad made sure we had everything we needed to nurture these baby ducks to adulthood. We had the incubator, and the eye droppers to feed them at first. As they got bigger, we had a fenced in area for them to explore complete with feed and plastic swimming pool.
Each week we watched as they matured. Gratified and proud of our accomplishments. This simple gift taught me and my sister many life lessons. As Easter approaches each year I think about Aggie and Saggie and the hope those ducks provided me and my sister.
We live in a day and age when hope seems to be missing from every-day life. People search and search for it in things like new jobs, new relationships, new homes and sometimes something as simple as a new pair of shoes. Jobs come and go, relationships can fail, homes get outgrown and shoes get worn. But true hope comes from something much more powerful.
Sometimes hope is just a memory away…
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