Monday, December 21, 2009

4-Year-Old Theology

Not to be outdone by her little sister, Bryn recently shared a humorous theological interaction with me as well. At church, one of the elders gave a prayer thanking God for sending us Jesus and allowing us to have Him live in our hearts. I realized that while Bryn and I pray together every day and talk about God, I had never actually used the phrase "Jesus living in our hearts" with her before. So I tried to talk to her about it. The conversation went a little something like this:

Me: Bryn, does Jesus live in your heart?
Bryn (horrified): No, Mommy!
Me: Why not, sweetie?
Bryn: There are already two babies in my belly! I do not want Jesus in my heart. I would be too, too full.
Me (laughing): Oh, honey, when we say that Jesus lives in our hearts, that doesn't mean there is a person inside of us. It just means that we love Jesus. Do you understand?
Bryn: Yes, Mommy.
Me: So do you love Jesus?
Bryn: Oh yes.
Me: So that means that he lives in your heart, right?
Bryn: No! He does not live in my heart.
Me (confused): So then where does He live?
Bryn (with a look that can only be described as "duh"): In my Bible!

Thursday, December 17, 2009

A Newborn's Conversation with God

One of my friends sent me this as a forward, and I thought that so many of you would enjoy it that I'm posting it here:

A Newborn's Conversation with God

A baby asked God, "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there, being so small and helpless?"

God said, "Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you."

The child further inquired, "But tell me, here in heaven I don't have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy."

God said, "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you. And you will feel your angel's love and be very happy."

Again the small child asked, "And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don't know the language?"

God said, "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak."

"And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?"

God said, "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray."

"Who will protect me?"

God said, "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life."

"But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore."

God said, "Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach you the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you."

At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, "God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel's name."

God said, You will simply call her, "Mom."

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

2-Year-Old Theology

Last week, Shay and I were playing with her Little People. She and Bryn got the Little People nativity set for Christmas last year and love to play with it. On this particular day last week, she was on the hunt for Baby Jesus. We eventually located him, as well as Mary and Joseph. Then I told Shay, "Okay, now you can put him in his house." She clutched him in her little hand, stood very still, and looked back and forth between her various Little People sets. "Right there, sweetie," I said, pointing at the stable. But she seemed to have made up her mind and, ignoring me, went and placed him in a position of prominence in her castle.

This really got me thinking about how when Jesus was born, the religious people of the time expected him to be born in a castle, a member of the royalty, the King of Kings. But instead He came in a lowly manger, accessible to all people.

I tried to explain this to Shay, but maybe adult theology was lost on my 2-year-old. :) Still, a very cool lesson for both Mommy and daughter.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Brynie's Babies, Part 2

For those who have not yet read the saga of the babies that Bryn believes are growing in her belly, you can get caught up here.

I really thought that she was starting to get over her obsession with her "two babies." She was talking about it far less for several weeks. But in the past two weeks, Bryn has again become obsessed with her babies (Clark and Lois Lane) and talks about them all the time.

She also complains about how the inconvenience her more than any actual pregnant woman I have ever met. For example, whenever we ask her to pick up her toys, she sighs and says, "But I can't bend over....because of the babies in my belly."

The babies are apparently also responsible for any misfortune that befalls her. Last week, she had the flu for two days. But she simply would not believe that she was sick. Rather, she said that it was the babies in her belly that were causing her to throw up. Now, I understand that she's only 4, and probably the only time she has ever seen anyone else throw up was during my first trimester of this pregnancy. But still.

She still insists that her babies are real. She has now learned what the word "pretend" means, and this is a category into which her babies emphatically do NOT fall.

I have continued trying to reason with her on this subject, but her powers of persuasion are starting to wear me down. The other night, I very logically explained to her that four-year-olds do not have babies. Only grown-ups have babies. She listend respectfully, then explained, "Mommy, I know that MOST four-year-olds do not have babies. But God knows that I will be a good mommy, so He put these babies in my belly."

I was completely floored by that and had no idea what to say. When I repeated the story to my friend Christianne, though, she replied, "Well, that's probably what Mary had to say to her mother too. You know, 'Mom, I know that MOST virgins don't have babies, but God put this one in my stomach....'"

Ben was apparently disturbed by this analysis, as later that night, he asked me, "Seriously, honey, what would we do if our four-year-old gave birth to twins on Christmas?"

Clearly we are all getting a bit worn down by this.

Our pediatrician, though, says not to worry--that lots of kids go through things like this when their mommies are pregnant (although Bryn does seem to have given it more thought than many) and that she will likely get over it when my baby comes and she is distracted by helping to take care of him.

This does seem to be the most successful approach we've tried yet, as when I explained to Bryn that her babies couldn't come for a good long while (like until she's at least 25) because she will need to help me with her baby brother, she considered it carefully and then said, "Okay, Mommy, I will keep my babies in my belly until after Baby Liam comes." So at least we've got that.

Monday, December 14, 2009

What a Trip!

I've been remiss in my blogging (again) since returning from our family trip to Florida. My dad rented a house just outside Tampa and gave us a vacation as our Christmas present (last year--nothing like waiting for a good thing!), so during Thanksgiving week, Ben and I packed up the girls and all their supplies in his parents' van (which they very nicely let us borrow) and made the two-day sojourn to the Sunshine State. We were joined there by my dad, stepmom, stepsister, sister, and her boyfriend, all of whom flew (and therefore missed the delightful 30+ hours of Dora videos that we got to view on the trip there and back).

The house we stayed in was very nice, and Ben and the girls and I got the bottom floor (2 bedrooms, a bathroom, and a sitting room) all to ourselves, so we didn't bother the upstairs folk when Bryn got up ridiculously early in the mornings. We kept ourselves quite busy with lots of swimming (usually 2 times a day in the indoor pool), a trip to the beach, a visit to Ben's grandma and her husband in Bradenton, celebrating Shay's 2nd birthday, and a day trip to Orlando to meet Mickey. Below are pictures of a few of our trip highlights:

Bryn meets her favorite princess, Cinderella--soooo worth the 45 minutes in line!

Entering the Magic Kingdom--I actually have a picture just like this of my family visiting when I was about 6, and another from when I was about 14, as well as one of Ben and I when we went during our summer roadtrip the year that we were engaged.

Shay enjoyed digging on the beach, while Bryn's highlight was searching for crabs with Daddy and Grandpa.

One of our many swims in the delightfully warm indoor pool.

Happy 2nd birthday, my sweet Shay!