It is so very interesting to see life through the eyes of your kids. I know we have found so much more joy in very ordinary things because of the ways they seem to see them with great wonder. One interesting thing lately has been hearing B's take on faith.
The other day as we were reading the Easter story, I was realizing how much more comfortable she is talking about Jesus than she is talking about God. She talks about how he loves us, and loves kids, and how he came as a baby. She loves to see pictures of him as a baby. Then, I was thinking about how he must seem so much more approachable to her (and to me for that matter). He is more concrete and graspable than the idea of God, and furthermore, he came as a vulnerable little baby. That we can understand. Then, it made me think about how that is probably exactly why God decided to come to us in that way. So we could approach Him. What a beautiful thing she has already subconsciously realized.
Later, during a conversation when we were talking about how sometimes we get mad and it's okay to be mad, she said, "And Jesus still loves us when we are mad!" She said it so matter-of-factly, and I, of course, agreed with her. But, then I realized how much that idea of Jesus loving me unconditionally doesn't always sink in for me.
I never realized the tremendous amount of mommy guilt I would have being a parent. I feel guilty constantly for not doing enough or for doing too much or for not being patient enough. I never live up to my own standards; however, listening to B has made me wonder if maybe I should give myself a bit of a break, because after all there is One who really does accept me and still love me no matter my failures. How blessed I am to live with little ones to teach me such important things!