The Right Place

Kids have a remarkable knack for speaking the truth.

I mean, like when you look like a dork and they tell you straight to your face when no other human would do that to you.

Or when your kids say you look beautiful (and you do) even though you feel like a sloppy loser.

(Have you ever had your kids walk in on you while undressing or changing your clothes and start laughing at your "funny wrinkly" tummy??? - Yeah... well kid - YOU made it all wrinkly....)

Anyway, the other night we were setting up the Christmas tree. We put the fake metal branches into the metal tree stand. We put the blinking multi-colored lights on the tree. We put the numerous non-matching, but quite sentimental, ornaments on the branches. I put on velvet cream bows in hopes of "tying it all together". Then we put the tree skirts below. (Yes, we have two this year. One thanks to my sister in law and one because of my son. One tree, two skirts...)

So, the tree was finished and standing there, blinking lights in all it's glory. Our six year old son was the only one left in the room with my husband and I after putting the younger girls to bed. The room was tidy other than the nativity scene which sat in the middle of the floor. Alex went over to it and put it on the tree skirt under the tree.

Immediately I said, "That's not where that goes, Alex. We will find a place for it though...."

Actually, that is exactly where it should go, right?? You are supposed to put gifts under the tree. And Jesus coming to this earth is the greatest gift of all time. He came, He died for you and me, and then He rose from the grave to reign in Heaven. He lives in our hearts today because he came to earth in that tiny, dirty manger.

Perhaps once again my child has spoken the truth in a way adults can't. Perhaps we have just started a new tradition in our home. Either way, my eyes and heart saw something in a new light the other night. Thanks for speaking the truth kiddo!