In order to fully appreciate this next little story, let me supply you with some background information: 1. Asher is obsessed with dinosaurs and really would prefer to talk of nothing else. 2. Asher is currently going through a major tattle-tale stage. Now cognitively, I know that this last point shows a positive mark in Asher’s development. My new, little goody-goody cares enough about what I think to want to please me with his goodness. And what better way to accentuate his own goodness then by highlighting his little brother’s naughtiness?
And so our story begins….
Zephan throws his food on the floor for the gizillionth time and receives a gizillionth stern warning from Mommy. Asher, delighted that someone else is getting in trouble states, “Mommy, I make good choices and Zephan makes naughty choices.”
Raised eyebrow from Mommy, “Asher, it is true that sometimes Zephan makes naughty choices, but sometimes he makes good choices too. Just like sometimes you make good and naughty choices….and even Mommy makes good and naughty choices.” No sooner had that last sentence left my mouth, then I began to regret saying it. My mind started to race to answer the question that I knew would rapidly be coming. Hmmmm….what personal sins am I willing to reveal to my three-year-old?
Sure enough, Asher’s face lit-up with mischievous anticipation as he asked the dreaded question, “Mommy, what naughty choices do you make???”
Stall for time, stall for time, “Well….let’s see.” Oh whatever, I’ll just be honest with him. “When I yell at you too loudly and become overly impatient with you, that is a naughty choice for Mommy.”
With eager nods of agreement, “Yeah Mommy, that is naughty. And Daddy spanks your bum and gives you a big TIMEOUT!”
Trying to keep from laughing at that image, “Well….no. Daddy is not the boss of me, Jesus is. When I make naughty choices I think Daddy might feel sad, but more importantly I know that it makes Jesus very sad. God has given me the gifts of you & Zeph–Zeph. My job as your Mommy is to teach you and Zephy the difference between good choices and naughty choices. But my job is also to teach you about Jesus’ love.”
After some time of contemplation, “Mommy, what is my job?”
“Well, your job is to learn. You need to learn how to be a good kid, and a good friend, and most importantly, a good follower of Jesus.”
Eagerly interjecting a point he felt I missed, “Yeah, and a good follower of dinosaurs!”
Oh boy, Lord help me!