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Musings on the Easter Bunny November 25, 2012

Filed under: everyday life,Isaac,the holidays,traditions,we so crazy — Elizabeth @ 10:02 AM

Yesterday, my sister and I took our boys to see “Rise of the Guardians”, a kid’s movie that involves the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, and the Sandman.  These fellas are the good guys who protect and love children worldwide and they, with the help of Jack Frost, team up against the Boogeyman, whose goal is to keep the children from believing in these heroes and keep them living in a state of fear.

It was actually a delightful movie–the kids and I all loved it, but I knew that it would bring up some questions.  And sure enough, before the movie was over, Isaac leaned over to me and asked, “Is the Easter bunny really real?”.

Just for some background info here, we are a Santa family.  We do the Easter bunny and the tooth fairy, and the Elf on the Shelf.  We are also a Jesus family.  And while we teach the true meanings and cause for celebration behind the holidays, we also embrace the whimsical/playful sides of the holidays.

**As a side note, I know that Santa can be a “hot topic” for some people.  However you celebrate at your house, I am sure you have put much thought into it, and I am happy for you.  This post is meant only to make you chuckle, not to begin a debate on Jesus vs. Santa.  Cause at my house, we have our cake and eat it too.**

For a little more background, I do not feel comfortable with over-selling the Santa/Easter bunny/tooth fairy stories.  So when the doubts start to creep in, our plan is to let the kids make their own decisions, instead of working tirelessly to convince them of the “realness” of these characters.

So when Isaac asked me about the Easter bunny, I will say that I was disappointed.  Because I didn’t feel comfortable just flat out telling him that, of course the Easter Bunny is real.  So I told him we would talk about it after the movie, and hoped he would forget.

We got into the van and started over to my aunt’s house for a visit, and Isaac announced from the backseat that he had a Very! Important! Question!.

And here’s how it went down:

I need to know if the Easter Bunny is really real.

Well….what do you think?  Do you think he’s real?

No.

Why not?

Because how could a bunny go all over the world and bring Easter eggs?  A real bunny couldn’t do that!

Hmmmm, that would be tricky for a real bunny.  Well then, who do you think brings the eggs?

{Mind you, that during all this, Matthew is arguing loudly that indeed, a real bunny could do that.  A very, very big bunny.}

Well, I think that it’s someone dressed up like a bunny.

Who do you think would get dressed up like a bunny and do all that?

Probably….Santa Claus!

Ah, the faith of a child.  I went on to explain that it did seem doubtful that a real bunny could do all that.  I also told him that I had never seen the Easter Bunny, but that to me it was fun to believe in him, because I liked the idea of him.

Either way, it looks like we have a believer on our hands for at least one more year!

Here’s wishing you a holiday full of excitement, whimsy, reverence and belief.

And especially that Santa remembers to take off his bunny suit before he comes down your chimney!!!

 

The Story November 9, 2012

Filed under: adoption thoughts,and that's how I feel about that,faith,Matthew — Elizabeth @ 9:24 AM

I’m not embarrassed to admit that as a Christian, I still struggle with understanding things–great big theological things and even some day-to day issues.  I still have a lot of “whys” and I think that is okay.  I don’t necessarily need the answers myself, because that is basically the definition of faith, believing even when you don’t understand.  Most of the time it is enough for me to know that I may not ever know the answers during my time on earth.  That is fine for me.  But it is harder when other people question me….like people who are not Christians, who want me to have the right answers.  Or when I need to explain things to my children.

Adoption is one of these issues for me.  Adoption is wonderful–it sets the lonely in families.  I know so many beautiful families formed by adoption.  But I hate that it has to exist.  I hate it.  I don’t know how to answer these questions, of why.  I don’t like the neat little stories, tied with bows, told to children, that end with “you were made for our family”.  I just don’t believe that.  And yet, in the same breath, as a Christian, I do believe that God always knew that Matthew would end up in our family–that we would raise him.  This was written since the beginning of time.  But God didn’t make Matthew for us.  I’ve never been able to get on that train.

Yesterday, I sat down and downloaded a few songs I have been wanting on my ipod.  One of them was “The Story” by Brandi Carlile, a song I have always liked, but I’ve never really had time to listen to the lyrics.  I played it over and over again and began to learn the lyrics and sing along.

You see the smile that’s on my mouth
It’s hiding the words that don’t come out
And all of my friends who think that I’m blessed
They don’t know my head is a mess
No, they don’t know who I really am
And they don’t know what
I’ve been through like you do
And I was made for you…

And I started to cry as I finally came to a place where I could make a little more sense out of our story….out of adoption.  Matthew wasn’t made for us, or for me.  But Jason and Isaac and I?  We were made for Matthew.  When Plan A fell through for Matthew, we were here, and God had prepared this family to be exactly what it needed to be.

Jason, so kind and with a seemingly never-ending well of patience.

Isaac, so loving and empathetic.  So willing to take Matthew’s hand and be his buffer to the outside world.

And me, so structured and stubborn.  God knew Matthew was going to need the routine, the traditions, my unwillingness to give up or give in.

I think I understand now.  Maybe not perfectly, but just a little better.

Thanks, Brandi.

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I’ve been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don’t mean anything
When you’ve got no one to tell them to
It’s true…I was made for you

I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby, I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you

You see the smile that’s on my mouth
It’s hiding the words that don’t come out
And all of my friends who think that I’m blessed
They don’t know my head is a mess
No, they don’t know who I really am
And they don’t know what
I’ve been through like you do
And I was made for you…

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I’ve been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don’t mean anything
When you’ve got no one to tell them to
It’s true…I was made for you

Brandi Carlile “The Story”

 

Isaac at 6 November 6, 2012

Filed under: Isaac — Elizabeth @ 9:11 PM

My sweet goose turned 6 last week and I’ve been in a bit of a whirlwind.  But I want to capture some of him here on this blog.  Something to remember him exactly how he is, at this time–a newly minted 6-year old.

Isaac explaining heaven to Matthew:  In heaven, we get presents every day and we don’t even have to go to the grocery store.   We don’t have to get dressed every morning and we can eat candy every day and not get sick.

I made pumpkin cookies and put them in the boys’ lunchbox one morning.  As the boys were packing their backpacks, I told them there was a surprise in their lunchbox.  Isaac’s response?  Oooooh, I hope it’s cucumbers!!!

We were shopping for gifts today for the boys to put in our shoebox for Operation Christmas child.  I allowed each boy to pick 3 items for the shoebox and we had talked about why we were doing this.  I suggested glow bracelets to Isaac, but he said, “I do not want to send this as a gift, because the glow always runs out.  And that will make the precious darling too sad”.

Isaac’s class read a book about a turkey who was scared of Thanksgiving.  So he came home with a serious announcement that we are NOT allowed to eat a turkey this Thanksgiving.  He told me that we had to order a pizza instead.  I thought he was joking, so I started laughing, which caused him to promptly burst into tears.

Isaac was reading “The Very Hungry Caterpillar” to me one night.  He noticed the dedication at the beginning of the book–“to my sister, Christa”.  He was completely perplexed.  Did she didn’t like it?  So he sent it to me?

We found a dead bird in our backyard and I alerted the boys.  I went to get a shovel to throw the bird into the woods, and came back to find Isaac squatted next to the bird, watching it intently.  When I asked what he was doing, he answered, I’m waiting because I want to watch it go to heaven.

This last one pretty much sums up everything about my sweet boy.  We were cuddling before his bedtime recently and he said to me, “Mama, life is good, isn’t it?”

Yes, life is good.

And you make my life sweeter each and every day.