From the mouths of babes - or in this case, my precious son. I'm picking him up from school today - ready for a play date at the park before tackling more Easter eggs and he we're reviewing the upcoming plans for the week. Tomorrow is his Easter party at school, Friday is Fun-Day and I think we'll be seeing dear Paris and her adorable son, Saturday is his friend's birthday party and then Sunday - Easter! We'll go to Church with Grammy, Grampy and his buddies Tommy and Abe and then off to Encinitas Park for a BIG Easter Egg Hunt... Then he interrupts my exuberance about all the fun he will be having with his friends...
"Mom, I have not seen God. I never seen him."
I look back and wonder what he is thinking. So I inquire. Here I am focused on all the commerical aspects of the season and my four-year old is asking me about God.
"What do you think God looks like?" I ask. Did you talk about God at school today?
"No. and I don't know what he looks like..." he says.
"Oh... so God is a boy." I am trying to keep the dialouge open.
"Of course he is a boy, like Daddy... oh, and he is big!"
I ask if he thinks God is funny like Daddy and he says no. He is quite emphatic about it. God is not funny. He is equally emphatic that he is not hot or cold and he is, "just right". He is not loud and not crazy.
I smile. We use the crazy word a lot in our house. Perhaps I should tone it down...
He then says God is peaceful and his attention is diverted to what kind of stuff the Easter bunny will be getting! He is wondering if he will get gummies AND chocolate and whether or not he will get a chicken that poops out eggs. The moment is not lost on me. He is a good little egg. I love that kiddo. We go to the park, go home and break out the Easter eggs for the second night. Cecily is trying to climb up and pull onto the table. The eggs are resting in a bowl. I can see the accident about to happen but I don't stop it.
Noah leans over and tells Cecily not to worry. He warns me that she is pulling up and also pulling on her tubes. He then turns his direction to his sister who is grabbing at the plate full of sparkles. "You are just a baby Cecily. You can do Easter eggs when you get big like me."
He asks me if he can give Cecily something. I say of course! He offers her a spoon and continues on with his decorating! They are both happy. I am thrilled. I love watching him watch out for his little sister. It would be so easy for him to resent the time she requires, the people who come in and out of our house just for her, the constant doctor appointments, the time I have spent away from him at the hospital. But no... he is there for her and he is always caring for her. As we approach Easter I am just so happy to have to adorable eggs in my house. Some days are harder than others but these moments make everything seem egg-cellent...
Onwards and upwards!
"Mom, I have not seen God. I never seen him."
I look back and wonder what he is thinking. So I inquire. Here I am focused on all the commerical aspects of the season and my four-year old is asking me about God.
"What do you think God looks like?" I ask. Did you talk about God at school today?
"No. and I don't know what he looks like..." he says.
"Oh... so God is a boy." I am trying to keep the dialouge open.
"Of course he is a boy, like Daddy... oh, and he is big!"
I ask if he thinks God is funny like Daddy and he says no. He is quite emphatic about it. God is not funny. He is equally emphatic that he is not hot or cold and he is, "just right". He is not loud and not crazy.
I smile. We use the crazy word a lot in our house. Perhaps I should tone it down...
He then says God is peaceful and his attention is diverted to what kind of stuff the Easter bunny will be getting! He is wondering if he will get gummies AND chocolate and whether or not he will get a chicken that poops out eggs. The moment is not lost on me. He is a good little egg. I love that kiddo. We go to the park, go home and break out the Easter eggs for the second night. Cecily is trying to climb up and pull onto the table. The eggs are resting in a bowl. I can see the accident about to happen but I don't stop it.
Noah leans over and tells Cecily not to worry. He warns me that she is pulling up and also pulling on her tubes. He then turns his direction to his sister who is grabbing at the plate full of sparkles. "You are just a baby Cecily. You can do Easter eggs when you get big like me."
He asks me if he can give Cecily something. I say of course! He offers her a spoon and continues on with his decorating! They are both happy. I am thrilled. I love watching him watch out for his little sister. It would be so easy for him to resent the time she requires, the people who come in and out of our house just for her, the constant doctor appointments, the time I have spent away from him at the hospital. But no... he is there for her and he is always caring for her. As we approach Easter I am just so happy to have to adorable eggs in my house. Some days are harder than others but these moments make everything seem egg-cellent...
Onwards and upwards!
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