“I’m going to make macaroni and put you to bed and read you the mother book!” announces Tommy with an impish grin. We had so much fun “yesterday,” Tommy’s word for any time in the past. . . .
We’d come home ravenous. Tommy had wolfed down his macaroni, served himself more, and pleaded, “Don’t let it all gone!” when Auntie and I helped ourselves. And then it was storytime before sleep, one of my absolute favorite times. We covered our legs with his duckie blanket and read one of Tommy’s favorite stories, Are You My Mother? by P.D. Eastman. We stroked the frightened baby bird and assured him he would find his mommy, and rejoiced with him when she came back.
Another of our favorites is the “Baby Jesus book,” the 1952 Little Golden Book The Christmas Story that Maria and Lisa enjoyed when they were little. Tommy especially likes the bad king page, and marvels that the bad king tried to kill Baby Jesus with a sword, but he couldn’t. He finds that exciting, although he still can’t grasp why the bad king wanted to kill the Baby. He likes the last page, which shows a little boy Jesus holding a lamb. It reassures him that the bad king’s plan failed. We pat the lamb and say Jesus was kind to it.
Tommy’s announcement that he’s going to make macaroni, put me to bed, and read me the mother book reminds me of Christ’s command to do for others what we would have them do for us (Matthew 7:12). If we all did this, war, crime and famine would cease. But another thought comes to me: The way I treat others often determines the way they will treat me—and treat others in the future. Thank you, Tommy.