That’s so sweet, Arwen. I’m sure your degree will serve you very well over the course of your motherhood career. And if my son asks some tough questions that I can’t answer, I might have to pick your brain!
The Bunny's Angel
Posted by Arwen Mosher in Family on Thursday, April 28, 2011 12:00 PM
When I decided to major in theology in college, one of the reasons I did it was so that when my future children asked the hard questions, I’d be able to answer some of them.
I pictured solemn dinner table discussions about topics like Purgatory and the Beatific Vision. My kids would know exactly what “Oh happy fault!” means, and the difference between plenary and partial indulgences. I could teach them so much! It’d be like miniature versions of my college lectures, given daily!
My poor children.
Fortunately, God didn’t send me studious 12-year-olds with long attention spans. He sent me babies. Babies grow into toddlers who learn to point to the crucifix and say, “Jesus loves us!” Toddlers grow into preschoolers who have plenty of their own questions, but who couldn’t care less about indulgences.
(This reminds me of one of my favorite preschooler-theology stories. My sister overheard a discussion between my nephew and my daughter. “Daniel, did you know that Jesus is the son of God?” Camilla asked him. He nodded and replied, “I did know that. But what I want to know is, how did he do it?”)
(You gotta love the four-year-old, tapping right into the deepest Mysteries.)
I pictured mini-lectures, but the teaching process is much more organic - and frankly, much more fun. I tell stories of Jesus’ life. I answer the random, often bizarre questions my daughter dreams up. I enjoy her flash of a smile when she “gets” something and her puzzlement when she does not. (It’s okay, sweetie - transubstantiation is still pretty mysterious to me, too.)
And my favorite moments are the ones that come from her. Like this evening during our nightly discussion of the awesome powers of guardian angels, when she asked, “Does my Knuffle Bunny [stuffed animal] have an angel?” and then went into hysterics at the idea for a good fifteen minutes. “It’s so silly, Mama!” she shrieked. “I just can’t stop laughing!”
I have a feeling we’ll be joking about “Knuffle Bunny’s guardian angel” for weeks to come.
I’m so glad I was wrong about the theology lectures. What we have is much better.
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Have you seen this story about the Archbishop of Canterbury, a little girl called Lulu and a letter to God? I think it’s rather lovely. http://tinyurl.com/44jfdb8
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