"Mommy, did you know that Christmas is Jesus' birthday?"
"Yes, baby, I did,"
"So, Christmas is when Jesus has His birthday?"
"Yes, Baby, we celebrate Christmas to celebrate when Jesus was born."
Long pause......the wheels were turning.......
"So is He going to be born-again?" Pickle looked at me with total confusion.
"No, Baby."
Another long pause, "Mommy, how old is God?"
No response from me as my wheels were turning...
"Mommy, how old is God??" He definitely used his playground voice
So, I did what any other parent who doesn't know the answer: I passed the buck.
"Go ask your dad," I replied.
From the other room I could hear the interrogation,"Where is God? What do you
mean He's invisible?" "Is He in this room?""Oh, God, I'm coming to find you!".
And that's my prayer everyday.
5 comments:
Ah the innocence of kids. Send him to your local priest/vicar. they are trained for this sort of thing. LOL
Love and hugs Gina xx
LOL! Kids are awesome!
You are raising that Pickle right. Keep up the good work. :)
Some parents would never think much about God if the kids didn't ask questions.
Amen to that prayer!!
How are ya'? I just found your site again after losing it for quite some time. Glad to see you're still blogging away!
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