Sunday, May 20, 2007

A Lesson


This little fellow came home from childrens church with us last sunday.

I was distracted with a list of groceries in my head that needed picked up for the picnic'o'many-in-laws that afternoon, when Incrediboy came out of his class clutching the teeny beany lizard. He held it up to me with shining eyes and said, "Look, Mommy!" I emphatically (though absentmindedly) said, "Wow, he's neat!", as I herded him out the door and into the car.

As we drove home from the store and I watched him in my visor mirror, happily grasping the blue critter, I got to thinking about where it came from. It wasn't with us this morning. Maybe it shouldn't be with us now. In fact I was sure of it.

I sat him down when we got home and asked, "Honey, where did you get this lizard?"

"They gave it to me in sunday school," he said, gushing with love for his little friend.

"Did someone give it to you, or did you take it?"

He looked at me quizzically. "They gave it to me," he repeated.

"Are you sure? Did someone really give it to you, or do you think maybe you took this from someone?"

His eyes grew big and puppy doggish. He stroked the lizard's tail with his free hand and thought about things. "Do you think you might have taken it?", I asked again, leading the suspect. He looked down at the lizard. "I might have took it," he said in a quiet and shameful tone.

Ugh, that feeling of a rock in your stomach. I maintained a gentle approach.

"Honey, you can't take things that don't belong to you. Someone's probably really sad right now that they don't have their lizard. We need to take him back next week."

"But I want him," he explained in a sweet pleading voice.

"I know, honey. He's really neat. But what if someone took your Elmo and you didn't have him anymore? Wouldn't you be sad?"

His eyes grew misty. "Yes. I'd be really sad." He seemed on the verge of tears.

We talked a while about taking things, and how that would make someone feel. We talked about how it's not nice to treat someone and their things with disrespect that way. We talked about lying, even little lies. This was hard, breaking your little one's heart in the name of teaching morals and empathy.

I gently took the little lizard out of his hands and put it on a shelf, and he threw his arms around me sadly. "I'm sorry, Mommy," he said, in that pathetic tone that almost kills me every time. I hugged him and said, "Don't be upset, honey. We'll just take him back next week and find out who he belongs to, okay?" He agreed dejectedly.

In little time he seemed to forget about the lizard. But I thought about it all week. I thought about how to return the toy in such a fashion so as to make an impression without being too harsh on a tender, still-learning pre-schooler.

This morning I brought the lizard to church with us, and when Incrediboy saw it, he said nothing, but I could tell he remembered. I held Incrediboy close to me with one hand, making sure he was listening, and pulled the lizard out of my purse with the other as I explained to his teacher the whole incident. Incrediboy's big sad azure eyes didn't leave the lizard for a second.

"Oh, no, it's fine!", his teacher said. "We gave that to him last week to present to you for a Mother's Day gift. All the kids got one."

Oy vey. Relieved (though slightly humiliated on the inside), I said thank you for clearing it up, and we just wanted to make sure no one lost a friend due to the incident. His teacher smiled and said it was all right - they tried to explain the gift to all the mothers last week as they picked up the kids, but it was so busy they must have missed me.

After church I placed the lizard back in Incrediboy's gleeful hands. I told him I was sorry for making him admit something he didn't do, but I just wanted to make sure it was all right for him to have it. He looked at me with a big loving smile and said, "That's okay, Mommy." He gave me a big hug and kiss, and I did my best not to cry.

Lessons learned for both of us.


17 comments:

chesneygirl said...

Aaaawe!!!

martie said...

Not to worry.....there will be other instances in raising Incrediboy that you will be unsure of and you know what? He will turn out to be a wonderful adult citizen because of your love!

This is really a wonderful story! Hugs and I almost cried reading it!!!!

Nelly said...

There's not a whole lot you can do to avoid these kinds of things. Everyone lives and learns and lies even when they shouldn't. Kids want to tell you what you want to hear and you were only be a responsible parent by trying to find out.

Your boy is too cute!

Spin_Doc1 said...

Ahhh, I second Chesney Girl here

Slick said...

Awww man.

I think you did the right thing though Buddy. You were just making sure...

Although, I do feel bad for Incrediboy! :(

bigwhitehat said...

Don't you feel like a heel?

Danielle B. said...

Trust me.....it won't be the last time you will do something like this...just wait until the tween years....even though there is less of a 'language' barrier....the lines of communication are still as blurry. :)...and as moms..we remain forever distracted!!!

Rhonda said...

In the grand scheme of things, this one isn't a huge deal. As I was reading, I could totally see myself doing the same thing.

There was a lesson in it. Incrediboy learned even grown ups make mistakes - and you handled that beautifully.

BigDadGib said...

I think both of you get an A+.

Great bstory/post.

stayathomemotherdom said...

Oh, my...I could just picture me doing that with my son, too. I could just cry reading this post...

(I found you through Danielle!)

Lori said...

This reminds me of the time that my kids (then about 5 and 2) took some nails from the plastic jar - down on their level) at the local Home Improvement store. We discovered it once we were home and turned right around, took them back and had them apologize. They were so scared because they didn't realize what they'd done. The clerk handled it very well and lesson learned. You do have to question and help them. You were just trying to make sure and he will appreciate that even moreso as he gets older (though he'll go through phases where it doesn't seem so!)

He's a sweet boy, I can tell...and I already knew you were a good mom!

Miss you!

Sam said...

That's just a great story - don't you love it when the little ones make us look foolish? I remember those days - good luck! LOL

Slick said...

Hey Buddy...just checking in with you. Hope all is well.

Snoskred said...

Hi, it's Snoskred here. I've recently become a blogging chick and have set myself a challenge to comment on as many Blogging Chick blogs as I can. So that's why I'm here. ;)

Wow, that's one powerful post right there.

It's been a while since you posted, I hope all is ok ;)

Snoskred
http://snoskred.blogspot.com/

Lori said...

I hope you are all right. Haven't heard from you in awhile, but hopefully it's because you have been busy and enjoying your guys.

Just wanted to let you know that you are on my list of "Rockin' Girl Bloggers" that I posted on today.

Rock on! :-)

(P.S. Drop me a line if you need to talk, ok??)

xoxoxo

Ocean said...

awe...well there ya go. Another unforgettable mother's day present. Smiles

disa said...

I love it ! Very creative ! That's actually really cool Thanks.