So recently, I started to get concerned that perhaps Benjamin thinks Christmas is only for Snobrods and other such luxuries we won’t let him get from the Wal-Mart check-out lane.
(Or Meijer. Or Target. Or Amazon.com)
(Yes, he frequently requests that we search for Cars characters on Amazon.com. He’s so much like me, it’s scary.)
(I recently just printed off pictures of all the Cars he doesn’t have, cut them out, and gave them to him. Just so I could have my computer back.)
Anyhoo, he was getting caught up in the commercialism of Christmas. Already. Shoot, Olivia only just started asking for stuff she wants for Christmas! And she learned it from him!
So, in the car the other day, when he started listing his many wants, I decided we needed to talk about what Christmas is really about.
I told him that Christmas is a celebration of God’s greatest Gift to us. That He gave us Jesus to save us from our sins. And that this makes us soooo happy, we want to give others gifts, too. And that’s why we give presents on Christmas.
Well, he sat back there and pondered this. I wish I could have seen his face. But alas, the monkey tore off the rear-view mirror some time ago.
And then, out of the silence, came this gem:
“Jesus gonna save us.”
Oh. My. Word. My heart about burst. He understood! I could have cried.
“Jesus gonna save us from the shark.”
Um. Did I hear that correctly?
“Gonna be a shark. Jesus gonna save us from the shark.”
I guess so. Well, shoot. Now I’m laughing too much to really continue this conversation in any way, shape or form. But he got the basics of it.
Gonna be a bad thing. (Sin, death, separation from God, shark, what-have-you)
Jesus gonna save us from it.
Amen.
Two-year-olds are awesome.
This reminds me of a story when my nephew was two. I was teasing my almost-three-year-old future nephew about using him as a pillow, and put my head on him while he sat on the couch. He hugged my head gently and sat very quietly for a little bit, then said softly “I love you.” That made me very happy, and I said back “I love you too”. Then he said very seriously “I won’t let no any big dogs get you.” I didn’t laugh- but I wanted to- and said “I’m glad you’re protecting me from big dogs.” It was a precious moment.
The stuff they come up with!
Oh, Joanna, that is tooo precious! You know they mean it, too; that it’s not some coined, over-used phrase they’re just saying because they think it’d be inappropriate to NOT to. Awesome. 🙂
That was awesome. Way to go Benjamin!
TOo precious!!
The shark? Oh my word….
I’d die laughing.
We’re just tell our little 2yo boy Christmas is Jesus’ birthday party. That much he kind of gets. We’ll do a cake with candles, sing the song, and of course he knows all birthdays come with presesents although I don’t think he gets that he’s getting presents too.
He is loving the toy catalogues though and pointing to certain toys (like robots, I KNOW he loves robots) and telling me how fun they’d be.