Enoch and Evy go to an amazing preschool and we love it! It’s the Episcopal Day School (EDS) here in Rock Hill. We have had a wonderful experience there and I know that our kids are benefiting a lot from being there. For Mother’s Day, Enoch’s class made mother’s day cards where they drew little pictures and answered questions from the teachers. He’s actually in two different classes, a Tuesday/Thursday class and a Monday/Wednesday/Friday class. Loves them both!
In his Tuesday/Thursday class when he was asked the question, “I know my mom loves me because…,” he answered, “She holds me when I’m sick.” He had been sick then with strep and a virus and so that was really sweet. For his Monday/Wednesday/Friday class he answered in a way that Mike says is absolutely priceless.
I know my mom loves me because…She takes me to Target. She takes me to Target! Should I be appalled? mortified? amused? At least he knows that I love him. True. But do I want him to know that I love him based on me buying him toys at his favorite store on earth? Yes, it is a regular question at our house – can we go to Target today? Both children love the place. Heck, I love the place. I may be rubbing off on them in not so good ways.
One of the other questions was, “My mom looks beautiful when…” And that very wise little one put “she goes to church.” Can’t decide entirely how I feel about this one either, except that he’s an observant little rascal. There are many days during the week where I admit to skipping the shower in order to get more sleep, get the kids ready, or run around the house picking things up. However, on Sundays, I actually try to make some effort and dress half-way decent, not in my campus minister uniform of jeans and no make up unless I have a meeting.
There’s something about the honesty of a child that is just priceless. It gives something to think about in new ways because it’s something that’s not coached or said through the filter of trying to hurt our feelings or not.
What do our children remember about us? What do they think our priorities are? In the eyes of a child, who are we? Those lenses tell us much about where our hearts really are and I think what we would find would both make us laugh and cringe and nod our heads and be stumped all at the same time.