My aunt and uncle sent Madeline a Mary doll along with a gift for Rachel Marie. In a note to Madeline, my aunt wrote, “Play with this doll when your mom is busy with the baby. Mary can be your mother, too.” Madeline looked the doll over and asked, “Where’s Jesus?”
“I don’t know. This doll is just Mary,” I replied.
She paused and then said, “Jesus everywhere.”
How true…If only I remembered that when I’m feeling isolated, alone, exhausted and weary.
Madeline then requested her Jesus doll and she made Mary and Jesus hug and tucked them into her bed for naptime. So here’s a photo of Madeline’s “family bed.” (NOTE: Baby Rae is merely a photo prop for this picture. I, of course, did not leave her next to her wiggly sister, who actually rolled off our bed the other night and landed to the floor with a loud thump and then let out a soft sigh before returning to the Land of Nod. This is the same child who wakes up if my knees pop when I try to make my escape from the room. Go figure.)
