Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Finding Jesus

So for whatever reason, about 3 years ago, my girls really latched onto Baby Jesus. I say "for whatever reason" because we are not religious, don't have a lot of friends that go to church, and generally don't sit around discussing Jesus. What we do have, however, are beautifully illustrated Christmas story books about the Christmas story, the baby donkey, the bright star, and of course the baby in the manger.

So, about 3 years ago, one of our baby dolls was renamed "Baby Jesus." Yes, he is in a pink dress and likes to suck on a binky, but never mind that. I remember hearing the girls playing and thought, well, that's cute but I hope we don't offend anyone. But, as I said in the first paragraph, it is highly unlikely since we wouldn't necessarily be bumping into anyone to offend. And it is all so cute and innocent. They love the story - the poor mom and dad, the donkey, cute baby...what is not to love?

It has led to some funny moments for the adults: The girls fighting over Jesus (well, the entire world does, so why not my 3 girls?) Asking my dad to be Baby Jesus's father (well, I guess you are now God, Granddad!) Baby Jesus dressed up in a tutu with butterfly wings (hmmmm....)

Well, I guess I didn't know that Baby Jesus had gone missing. Apparently he had accompanied them to my parents' house a while back. (I generally don't let the girls bring him out of the house - the last thing I need is the girls fighting over Jesus in the middle of Target). Well, last week when they got back from my parents' house, guess what was the first thing I heard? You guessed it: "Mommy, we found Jesus!"