“Mummy, is it Easter soon?” asked my three and three quarter year old at the breakfast table yesterday morning.
I saw this as a good opportunity to have a Meaningful Conversation and impart some of my extensive knowledge.
“Yes, and do you know what happens at Easter?” I replied.
The answer was a predictable one, mainly revolving around chocolate and holidays. Determined to press on, I mentioned Jesus and the idea of celebrating new life. We’re not a religious family, but I thought it important my almost four year old had some idea of the story behind Easter.
“But Jesus is a baby Mummy”. Clearly the Nativity play at Christmas is still fresh in her mind. No matter. I still pressed on.
“Jesus grew up into a man. And Easter is all about a time in his life when he was a grown up man.”
Frog looked thoughtful for a moment, before blind-siding me with a totally new topic of conversation.
“Is there still a baby in your tummy?”
We chatted about the baby for a bit. No it hadn’t been born yet. Yes it was still in my tummy. Yes I was getting fat. No it wasn’t a rabbit. Yes we would still get a rabbit. No the baby wouldn’t be able to join in dancing straight away. etc etc.
“So Easter is new life then?” A new light of understanding dawned on Frog’s face.
“Oh right! So you’ve got Baby Jesus in your tummy then?!”
Further explanation is needed. Clearly.
Hey congrats :0) its been while since I stopped lovely new. I’m dreading that conversation but at the moment daughter is still quite young in blissful ignorance and my son still thinks its funny to stuff a top up his skirt and copy my big belly. Cheeky.
Ha ha! My three and three-quarter year old asks me daily if it is Easter yet, mainly for the chocolate. I too have tried to further conversation with baby Jesus growing into a man but to no avail.
His nursery teacher has recently gone on maternity leave so he now thinks she is having baby Jesus… :/