Nicolas is our third child, and without a doubt, our “funniest” kid. He seems to glide through life, from one joke and giggle to another. This is usually a good thing, though sometimes his sense of everything being hilarious doesn’t confine itself to things which are appropriately hilarious. Other times, he is funny without even trying to be so, such as last night, when he prayed his more carniverous version of the Lord’s Prayer:
“Give us this STEAK, our daily bread”!! Guess he figured man cannot live by bread alone!! All right, that was corny.
Last week I had the joy of attending our preschool’s annual “Mother’s Day Tea”. It is a sweet time, during which the teachers and administration give us Moms an extra dose of encouragement in this job we are all about, raising these little ones to love God, and for His glory. The children present a program, in which they all sing songs which talk about loving their Mommy, thanking God for their Mommy, etc. It brings most of us hormonal creatures to tears. And there are beautiful monarch butterfly centerpieces on all the tables. During the spring, the various classrooms have tons of chrysalises in them, and the children enjoy watching these exquisite butterflies emerge in all their fluttery glory.
Anyway, this year, as part of the celebration to honor their mommies, the children made windchimes as presents for Mother’s Day. Having two boys in school there this year, I received two sets of windchimes, and I love them. But I treasure even more the little message on Nicolas’ package, which was an “ode” of sorts to his Mommy, spoken only as a little 3 year old could. Some of it is true, other parts are pure fiction. I’ll leave you to determine which is which. Here is what he said:
“My mommy’s name is Tricia. She is 45 years old. When I am at school, she goes home and sleeps. She gets me vanilla yogurt.”
And those are Nicolas’ thoughts on Mommy.