This time Rose did good. She found an un-expired gingerbread nativity set. Where do your purchase such an item? I do not know. MIL-R-US, perhaps. Nevertheless, the kiddos had a wonderful time assembling this on our very first snow day of the season.
“Lola, baby Jesus does not look like that on the box!” Jay holds the box up so that Lola can see what Jesus looks like.
“Jay, I am not finished with Jesus.” She is completely in her own world as she gives baby Jesus more and more fondant icing making him a very plump baby Jesus.
“LOLA. LOOOOOOOLA, look at this picture. See this? You are not following the directions.” Jay is getting more and more aggravated as Lola is not conforming to the picture of baby Jesus on the box.
“Jay. Sometimes I need to listen to my heart for directions.” Lola breaks her concentration and speaks. I look at her, gently push aside her blond wisps of hair, smell her glorious neck, and am convinced she is the next greatest philosopher to mankind.
“LOOK. LOOK AT THE BOX. Baby Jesus has eyes, an ear, and a mouth to whisper good things to you. YOU ARE DOING BABY JESUS ALL WRONG!!! You are DOING HIM WRONG.” Jay is screaming at Lola. I walk over to him and whisper in his ear, knowing that as the eldest child he loves to follow the rules, much like myself. I tell him that sometimes people do not have to follow the directions because their hearts have better plans for a better outcome.
“Sometimes, and sometimes all of the time… my girl heart tells me the directions and I listen to my heart. And sometime my girl heart is just sleeping.” Lola looks at us as she gives baby Jesus another layer of icing and then moves onto the gingerbread camels.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
When Rose, my MIL, comes to visit she frequently brings gifts of food. Dark Chocolates. Fine pastries. Delicate Truffles. Interesting shaped pastas. The kids are fascinated and always on their toes with excitement with each gift. I, on the other hand, flip the product over to check the expiration date. The chocolate expired in October of 2005. The truffles were marked December of ‘06. The pasta expired when Lola was born. I smile, thank her, and secretly chuck the gifts. Loving, generous, and cheap.While Jay took his time reading the directions and examining the box for clues of how to construct, Lola was already half way done with decorating the baby Jesus.
Her outcome is not really so much better then the picture on the box, but she proudly says…
And so dear friends. I am thankful to have three children and to celebrate their differences. I love that Jay, like myself, loves rules and feels comforted by directions. I love Lola, also like myself, loves to follow what her girl heart tells her. I am so blessed with a third child, whom is developing a personality as we speak (and sleeping 11 hours at night), and we can’t wait to learn more about her with each day.
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