Easter is such a fantastic holiday - all about the incredible, overwhelming, cannot-put-it-into-words love that God has for all of us and about Jesus not staying on the cross but being ALIVE...
A&W were coming off of spring break and 4 days at Grandma's house...and a sugar rush from the pre-Easter egg hunt at Grandma's the day before...then comes Easter Sunday, supposed to be one of the most glorious Sundays of the whole year...
So, since Hubby is a worship pastor, he is non-existent on any Sunday morning, but on Easter Sunday, he is especially unavailable...we had gotten home late on Saturday from a fun day of 4-wheelin', egg huntin', and generally getting as dirty as possible at Grandma's house. A took a shower Saturday night, W fell asleep in the car...so Sunday morning started with a bath for him...and I'm sure the entire pre-school Sunday School Class is grateful to me for that...but it makes us short for time and all the more frantic in trying to get to Sunday School on time (and on time is required when you are the teacher!!!)
The service was going to be a special one - all about worship, so dear Hubby had asked me to keep the kids in church for the whole service so they could participate in worship throughout the service...Ok, good idea, I want my kids to know about worship, I want them to be involved in and have a heart for worship! Awesome!! An opportunity for them to learn why we were created - to worship!!! Woo hoo!!! Bad idea...they are 4 and 6 years old...they have the attention spans of a 4 and 6 year old...and, let's face it, after 20 minutes, if it's not about them, they get bored...so church quickly melted down into a competition of who can annoy Mom the most...playing with her hair, laying all over her, pulling at her clothes, wiping boogers on her pants....needless to say, Hubby and I had a nice talk after church...but the story gets better...
In the car, on the way to Easter w/the in-laws, A&W begin...picking, picking, picking...fighting, fighting, fighting..."A won't let me pick a number!" "W is touching me!" "That's MY side of the seat!" "MOM - W's looking at me funny!" At this point, after a much less than peaceful Easter Sunday, I cracked...I laid on one heck of a guilt trip...it went something like this:
"Seriously? Seriously....we just came from church...you learned about Easter...how God gave his son for us...how Jesus died on the cross because he loves us so much...and YOU TWO are fighting over who picks what number or who touched what inch of the seat??? SERIOUSLY?"
Then, from the deathly quiet backseat, I hear..."I think we'd better play the quiet game now...." That's my boy.
Did they read over your shoulder, too? Do I need to have a chat w/ A & W and tell them the secret to your good graces? Food, children. Bring yer mama food!
ReplyDeleteHa ha!!! You know how to jog some funny memories, C. And they have definitely learned by now not to read over my shoulders.
ReplyDeleteI love it! It seems like we work so hard to make a "perfect" memory on these BIG occasions - the clothes, the smiles, the family...and then they act like kids! oh I hope that they remember the fun parts in the years to come.
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