All about kids…

First things first: It has come to my attention that there are far too many children-at-play statues around. I do not like them. They are creepy. Cree-Pee!!! 

Why would you do that? Who decided that was a good idea?

Stone cold children with glazed smiling faces and worn down teeth are not cheerful and appealing as I assume they are meant to be. I’d like to speak with the person responsible. I have a bone to pick with them.

Can we put some act in place to get rid of those things, please? They’re giving me the heeby jeebies.

K…thank you. 

Second: When was the last time you spent some time with a quizzical 6-year-old? I don’t know about the one you hang out with, but goodness my little guy knows how to ask some serious questions. Today I have answered everything from “What’s a rib cage?” to “How does milk come out of your nose sometimes?” to “How can you see in the dark?” to “Where do stars come from?” and even “How do you get a black eye?” 

Again…he hasn’t asked “Where do babies come from?” yet, so I’m thankful for that. 

But I did not even realize I could answer some of these questions. It’s good that my way of thinking about a lot of the things above isn’t too technical or scientific because it becomes quite handy when explaining things to a Kindergartner. My basic knowledge of the world around me makes lots of sense to his 6-year-old brain. 

On that note, can I tell you how I am truly beginning to grasp why Jesus said, “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me,” {Matthew 18:3-5}?

By the time 10:00am rolls around and all the children have left my spirits are lifted, I am lighter, more playful, more accepting, less doubtful. I find myself assuming the best instead of the worst. I laugh more. I am more difficult to get down. My heart is not as heavy. I trust more. 

The last couple of weeks we’ve sang a song that goes like this:

“Every morning when I wake up

I put a smile on my face

And I remember that I’m special

‘Cause Jesus loves me everyday.

Oh, oh, oh, oh ,oh, oh,

Oh, oh, oh, oh ,oh, oh,

Oh He loves me

When it’s time to play with my friends

I put a smile on my face

And I remember that I’m special

‘Cause Jesus loves me everyday.

…Oh He loves me

Every night when I get sleepy

I put a smile on my face

And I remember that I’m special

‘Cause Jesus loves me everyday.

…Oh He loves me”

Simple as that. It stinks to grow up. It is so very unfortunate to give into the doubt, the callousness, the pain of life. I’m not denying the cruelness of the world. Believe me, that is no where near my point.

Oh, but that we could all cling to that child-like faith, knowing we have the most incredible Father taking care of us. A Father who will never ever let us down. Will never leave our sides. Will never love us less or more despite anything we do. And will always love us with reckless abandonment, more than we could fathom.

Could it truly be that simple?

Happy Monday…xxxoo