
But now here comes the honesty, only yesterday while shopping with a dear friend did i realise that i wasn't teaching Finley the true meaning of Christmas, all he currently has been exposed to has been the gift purchasing,shopping for our Christmas tree, twinkling lights and his mama baking a Christmas Cake (which lets be truthful its really just a glorified fruit cake, i lacked both ingredients and skill to pull that one off). So all these events although 'festive' to my husband and myself are not particularly anything that its really about. And to be fair i felt a little awful as a mum and more so as a Christian, i guess it is so ingrained in myself and my husband, i naturally felt i wouldn't need to teach and it would all trickle down to him.
But isn't there joy in teaching and educating? So, we came home said our goodbyes to our friends and read The Nativity Story. And i really feel that he listened and sharing that story with him was so poignant for me also because its so much about a mother's love and faith,and as he sat on my knee I couldn't help but squeeze him a little bit tighter.
And then...we got creative...i searched Pinterest for a few DIY Nativity scenes (ours is pottery and you know that would of ended in tears)but then i realised that i neither had 12 toilet rolls nor the time to make it...we were 30 mins away from dinner so i placed that on the back burner and instead we coloured, i drew the Baby Jesus, Mary, Joseph, Cows, Innkeeper, Shepherds...the list goes on...and yes he scribbled all over it which is he current colouring method of choice but i felt good that i planted the seed. A seed that we can build on and build traditions with our little family of three..and i truly could not be more excited.
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