It seems like every single day DanO and I have a moment where we realize ‘Whoa. OBaby understands that.’ A word we use here and there in conversation, the way he wipes everything when we hand him a paper towel, that groceries go in the kitchen when we get home from the store, how he always wants to blow his nose if Mommy or Daddy are doing it, that dirty diapers go bye-bye into the wet bag, how Mommy always makes him and Daddy hot cocoa when they come inside from shoveling snow…
He gets it. He gets a lot more than I know.
So what does he know about the Bible? I could say things to him like ‘It’s the most important book in the world’ or that ‘It’s God’s Love Story’ or ‘Mommy and Daddy use this book to know what to do and how to live’… but would he really understand that?
Would he see it? Does he see it?
No. No, not really. Sure we read stories during breakfast, but to a great extent, I see that as a check mark in my day. Maybe even a check mark in my Christianity. ‘Read the Bible to your kids?’ Check.
But throughout the week, OBaby doesn’t see Mommy sit down and read her favorite book very often (if at all). She’ll pick up the novel she’s reading, the book about theology, the laptop, her phone, her knitting… but very rarely her Bible. OBaby would have little reason to see the Bible as a special and important book because he’s not seeing it modeled.
I am not trying to beat up on myself here, just trying to be realistic. OBaby is at the age where he is absorbing how our lives work – what our routines are, what our perspectives are, what we do regularly. And perhaps it’s not realistic of me to think that I could be sitting in front of my toddler son reading the Scripture on an almost daily basis. There are seasons of life, I get that, and I also get that this is a full-blown chaotic one.
But I find time for other things.
In five minute increments, sure. Pick up my knitting, knit 1 purl 1 knit 1 purl 1 kni… hear a thud, set down the knitting, go console toddler. Send a tweet on my phone, get kicked in the bladder from the inside and rush to the bathroom. Open the book I’m devouring… be asked to help build a tower, set book down. So I have time for things, but in a very weird staccato kind of way. And Bible reading is supposed to be reverent and set aside, right?
I think this is it. This is my obstacle. Something about the chaos of my day feels incompatible with reading Scripture, but really, is there anything more compatible? So I don’t know. I don’t really know where to go from here, but I do know that I need to come to terms with the reality that reading my Bible is not regularly going to be a ‘find a peaceful place, light a candle, take off my shoes’ kind of event for the long foreseeable future. And that’s ok. Reading my Bible might just be a ‘leave it open on the dining room table and make it through a few verses a day’ event for a while.
Whatever it looks like, it needs to be visible. It needs to be an important part of my week and my life so that OBaby can understand that God’s Love Story is for all people, it is for everyday.
It is for him.