During Primary on Sunday, the sharing time lesson was about Jesus, and what gifts we could give him. The kids each wrote down their idea for a gift, which was service that they could do for someone else, and put the paper into a stocking with Jesus' name on it to remind them to perform that service.
One of the teachers helped Monkey with his paper, and I heard him say that he would make his bed every day because that would make his mom happy. Wasn't that nice to think about me!
Fast forward to this Monday morning. I took some clean laundry upstairs to put away, and in the midst of the rest of the chaos in the boys' room was a perfectly made bed. You could practically bounce a quarter off of it. It was that good. Well, I couldn't let that bed go to waste, so I did a quick clean-up on the rest of the room so that it lived up to the beautifully made bed.
When I picked the boys up from school I asked Monkey about his bed. I told him it looked great, and he said, "That's my gift to Jesus, Mom, remember?" So sweet! I thought about the video that I posted on Saturday. If we all just do something, anything, for someone one else, we have also done it for Him. Mario is working the real meaning of Christmas.
P.S. I got a picture of the kids. It's not the greatest, but it will have to do for the card since I've ordered them from Purple Trail and they should be on their way in a few days. Now to get the addresses done! Where did I put that darn pen?