Tonight I watched a Christmas DVD with the Rabbit. It was given out at school last week : a 20 minute movie of the first Christmas.
Once every week or so I try to spend an evening with one of the kids alone - an hour to stay up later than everyone else and watch a DVD or play a board game, eat something special and have alone time with Mum and/or Dad. It's a time I treasure as a chance to get to know one of my children better on their own without the usual family dynamics affecting behaviour and dividing attention. And each of the kids loves it too - undivided attention for one whole hour!
So tonight was the Rabbit's turn. And we watched the story of the first Christmas in cartoon. It was lovely and just when I thought the final carol had faded into an easy transition to bedtime, the questions started.
How did Jesus get into Mary's tummy? (this one was suprisingly easier to answer than the recent "How did Boombah get into YOUR tummy Mum?!)
How can God be Jesus and still be the Father as well?
Does Jesus have power in His hands?
We headed through the nativity, straight through the miracles Jesus performed and ploughed right into the Ascension. Which I thought the Rabbit grasped suprisingly well given his age and the subject matter. He seemed to calmly accept that, at the appointed time, Jesus said goodbye to all His friends and went up into heaven, into the sky.
At this point the discussion stopped, and I quietly gave myself a High 5 for fielding intense questioning from all sides and managing to teach this little one some important faith truths, and explain the power of God and the Ascension of Christ in a manner which sat so well with my nearly-6 year old. The Rabbit was clearly a child of deep religious understanding and spiritual insight - he had just heard of the Ascension and was not questioning it at all. In fact, he seemed quite in awe of the concept. That's my boy!
And then my bubble burst.
"Mum?" he asked excitedly
"Did Jesus fly like an angel or did He have rocket boots?"
Once every week or so I try to spend an evening with one of the kids alone - an hour to stay up later than everyone else and watch a DVD or play a board game, eat something special and have alone time with Mum and/or Dad. It's a time I treasure as a chance to get to know one of my children better on their own without the usual family dynamics affecting behaviour and dividing attention. And each of the kids loves it too - undivided attention for one whole hour!
So tonight was the Rabbit's turn. And we watched the story of the first Christmas in cartoon. It was lovely and just when I thought the final carol had faded into an easy transition to bedtime, the questions started.
How did Jesus get into Mary's tummy? (this one was suprisingly easier to answer than the recent "How did Boombah get into YOUR tummy Mum?!)
How can God be Jesus and still be the Father as well?
Does Jesus have power in His hands?
We headed through the nativity, straight through the miracles Jesus performed and ploughed right into the Ascension. Which I thought the Rabbit grasped suprisingly well given his age and the subject matter. He seemed to calmly accept that, at the appointed time, Jesus said goodbye to all His friends and went up into heaven, into the sky.
At this point the discussion stopped, and I quietly gave myself a High 5 for fielding intense questioning from all sides and managing to teach this little one some important faith truths, and explain the power of God and the Ascension of Christ in a manner which sat so well with my nearly-6 year old. The Rabbit was clearly a child of deep religious understanding and spiritual insight - he had just heard of the Ascension and was not questioning it at all. In fact, he seemed quite in awe of the concept. That's my boy!
And then my bubble burst.
"Mum?" he asked excitedly
"Did Jesus fly like an angel or did He have rocket boots?"
1 comment:
What, you don't know the answer to that?
Rocket boots, of course!!
*snort*
Lovely idea you have with the one night per week for kids too.
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