Claire recently learned about a donut store that is open 24 hours a day.
Last weekend the boys and I spent the weekend in Austin visiting my sister's family.
Friday Claire asked if we could go out for donuts.
We tell the kids we will get ONE donut (it's after 7:00 pm. There's no way we want them to have two donuts worth of sugar in their systems.) Into the minivans we go. We arrive at Krispy Kreme donuts and are greeted by the smell of hot oil and sugar. Mmm...
The college student behind the counter handed each of us a sample.
The children savor the hot fresh donut as they watch the assembly line of hundreds of donuts --all preparing for their journeys to the gas station. There they will get cold and soggy as they await the hungry on Saturday morning. It's such a sad thing. The perfect donut, 12 hours later becomes a waste of calories.
But not tonight. Tonight it was perfect. The children, now wearing a paper hat, happily dance around the restaurant each a little buzzed by the sugar. The kids receive a lesson in the creation of the donut, the adults the teachers. It was a fun 20 minutes.
We've had our donut, watched the conveyor belt, and are wearing the hat.
Do we have to buy something?
Not that we didn't want to pay, entertainment like this deserves it's monetary reward, we just didn't want the under 40 pounders to consume any more sugar.
"I'm not giving my boys another one," I tell Emily and Tommy.
They look at each other as they deliberate the next move.
And do we want to buy Krispy Kremes that we won't eat until tomorrow? Nooooo... cause that's gross.
We look at the shelves of donuts. We look at the four guys standing behind the counter doing nothing. (The donuts make themselves, I don't know why they need so many employees.) We opt to buy a dozen "cake" donuts for tomorrow's breakfast.
They look like they will hold up fine.
There's nothing like waking up on a Saturday morning with donuts ready and coffee a mug and a push of a button away.
Seven people. An evening treat, an outing, a cool hat and breakfast, how much you ask?
This past Sunday I got to accompany Lawson and Caroline to their church in Austin. Their pastor, Matt, brought up this passage in his sermon:
These commandments [10 commandments] that I give you today are to be upon your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Write them on the door frames of your houses and on your gates.
This is one of my favorite passages.
As a Christ-follower, my goal in parenting is that by the time my children are grown they will be well aware that they are sinners, that their sin keeps them from being able to spend eternity with God, and that following Jesus is the only way to be made right in God's sight.
And I want them to chew with their mouth closed, say thank you and eat their vegetables.
So, I am always looking for opportunities to educate my little boys on "Who God is."
At this age, these conversations don't always go as you plan.
In the car on the way home from AWANA, Jack tells me again his verse for the night. Then he says:
"God loves me.
God will protect me from all the bad things."
Me (not wanting my child to grow up believing in the prosperity gospel): Well Jack, God does love you, and he promises that He will always be with you.
Even when things are bad, He will be with you. He will be with you when things are hard."
Oh! My new climbing thing is hard!"
"Dump trucks are hard!"
There are some evidences that the boys are developing an understanding of who God is. As was shown in a little conversation the boys had tonight:
I am a sinner who has been redeemed. I love serving and being a part of the body of Christ. I am the wife of an Air Force Navigator.
I am kept busy by my four little boys. My husband and I long to be useful to God. We pray that our sons would one day forsake all to follow Jesus.