Sometimes I feel like I just can't get anything right. Do you know the feeling?
our retreat two weekends ago, Joel and I decided that we wanted to make
more of an effort to talk to the boys about God, although we were both
well aware that conversations on that topic have not always gone
according to plan in the past.
We bought a new children's bible
that breaks the stories down into short bedtime-readable chunks which
have led to probing questions about God, Jesus and why Adam and Eve
don't tend to their garden with a John Deere tractor.
And that's where I lost him.
What began as a lesson in kindness degenerated into chaos.
"Graham, I want that car! Give it to me! I'm gonna hit you!"
Whack. "Sorry again." Whack-whack!
"Cael, what are you doing?!?"
"It's okay, Mommy. I told God I was sorry."
it doesn't really work that easily, does it? You can't do whatever you
want in this life and rely on a presto-change-o death bed redemption to
save your soul. So what must you do? You give God a heads up.
"Mommy, I want to watch 'Thomas the Train' and Graham wants to watch 'The Iron Giant'!"
"You know the rule, Cael... we take turns. And you picked last, so it's Graham's turn to choose."
"Ugh. Sorry, God, for this."
And with that, Cael gave Graham a swift kick in the rear end.
We're doing such a great job making him a better person. Is it too early to teach him about "an eye for an eye"?