There are a lot of hard moments in parenting. Here is a poem about one of them that I had this weekend.
The Easter Balance
Fake grass falls out of your basket
and tangles with the real
much like reality and the story you were told today.
We told you not to look out the window
as the Easter Bunny hid eggs for you to find.
I watch you run gleefully from spot to spot.
You’re amazed at the sudden appearance
of candy filled eggs through-out the grass.
They are quickly piled in your fake grass
inside your pastel wicker basket.
You are obviously happy right now, so I let it go.
I will make sure we pray to Jesus later,
and read a story about him.
You’re too young to understand the preacher
when he preaches about Salvation and ascension,
but I will make sure you acknowledge Christ today,
and pray you don’t think he’s just another story tomorrow.
As you eat your chocolate my mind wonders…
Will you have that moment some atheists have had
where suddenly every happy giving figure in your life
becomes a cute story that is no longer valid?
Will you sneer at Jesus and dismiss him
as another tooth fairy you were supposed to give to.
God forgive me if I have confused you.
When you find out about the Easter Bunny and Santa
I pray you will have spiritual moments that confirm
Jesus isn’t just an imaginary figure that loves you,
but a God that physically died for you,
and gives to you still today.
I hope someday your heart stirs at the word “cross”
more than it does at the word “chocolate.”