From the Mouths of Babes…Valentines Day
We learned about the history of St. Valentine. Then, on February 4, the kids found this sign in the kitchen:
And each day, they would find a new heart on their door with something their mother loves about them [Can I just HIGHLY recommend doing something like this, especially if you are struggling with appreciating your children, ahem, I mean, not that I don’t always appreciate them, of course. But writing out their good qualities does something to a mother’s heart in thankfulness for the great things about them, and somehow lifts one above the complaining spirits or the bickering or the fact that they always forget to do their chores, and it enables us to see beyond the frustrations that can bog one down] So that by Valentine’s Day, their doors looked like this:
And My sweet, loving husband, set out dark chocolates and flowers for me after I fell asleep (no huge feat, for I’m falling asleep around 8:30 pm these days). Which looked like this when I got up at 5:00 am to get water and set up the rest of the kid’s surprises (little boxes of chocolate, heart cookies, and waffle mix ready for the waffle maker).
After being up for a little while, I headed back to bed to doze for a few minutes before the masses came storming down our door. It wasn’t long before I heard it….
“Moooommmmmmyyyyyyyy!!!!!!! Benjamin ate some of your chocolate from the table!!!! I see it on his face!” Daniel Josiah our faithful, controlling, reporting son exposes the crime.
Then we hear Benjamin’s little voice at the door.
“No, I didn’t!!! No, I didn’t! Somebody….somebody….somebody just come put chocolate on my face!!”
And some people think children are born good, with pure hearts.
Well, we didn’t teach that child to LIE (and do a bad job of it) just to save himself from getting in trouble. No, I think that comes deep within. And its in all of us. And we all need a perfect Savior because of it. A Savior who the real St. Valentine’s needed, and needed so badly that he was willing to die for Him.