You may recall my holiday activity botch with my kids. Well you think I would learn but no I try, try again.
Twelve days leading up to Easter we started the Resurrection Eggs. For those of you without children or unfamiliar with these, essentially there are 12 plastic eggs each filled with a scripture verse and a token of sorts that help explain the Easter story. They are readily found in Christian bookstores across America, they can be ordered online, etc. And I am sure they arrive nicely packaged and cleverly put together. Well no such thing here. I can’t even find plastic eggs in my part of the world. So being the clever mom that I am (hee) I decide to make my own.
The kids were excited about what they would find in each day’s egg UNTIL the day we came to the part about the soldiers nailing Christ to the cross and gambling for His clothes. When creating my little eggs I thought it would be fun to put one of Blake’s little plastic soldiers in the egg. You know those little cheap ones you can get 100 for a buck or something ridiculous like that?! Well the little guy would not fit in the egg so I thought what harm would it be to cut off the base? Seems logical hey?
Boy was Blake in for a surprise when he opened the egg that day. His joy turned to tears at the sight of his maimed solider and he gasped, “How could you cut off his legs?” I tried to explain my intentions and point out the fact that it wasn’t his legs that I cut off it was the base but it only made matters worse. When it came time to pray after the scripture reading Blake felt it neccessary to share my blunder with God.
“Lord, I am sorry for what the soldiers did to you and please forgive my mom for destroying all my favorite toys”.
I tried to imagine what the Lord's reaction was.....would I be doomed to penance for ruining my son's toy or did He chuckle and shake His head at His flawed creation? To my credit...and I am glad God is all knowing....to date this is the only toy I’ve ‘destroyed'! Blake obviously hasn’t learned the Communication 101 rule.....Never use absolutes like all, always, or never when upset!
He was a bit sheepish to see what surprise might be found in the next days egg but I am happy to say we made it to Easter with no other mishap (and lightening did not strike). And Blake forgave me….after I brought home a horde of brand new plastic soldiers.