Easter thought

After dinner the other night, and cleaning up the dishes, I innocently asked the kids why we celebrate Easter. To my shock, the answer, "the Easter bunny and candy!" I got a sideways glance from my father-in-law, and my heart sank. Sometimes I just don't feel that I do any good. I came to my own defense, and said "remember all those lessons we've had, remember the REAL reason." ugh... That was not a good feeling. So, I started rummaging through my old primary books and tried to find the perfect lesson on Easter for FHE. I made copies of a handout for the kids to do, and I felt that I was ready to cram the truth back into their little heads. =) FHE night came, and I was going through my lesson and didn't feel like it was going anywhere. I was stumbling over my words, and noone was listening, and I just felt frustrated. I felt such and urgency to jam pack the lesson so they know the truth. It just wasn't working, and finally Jeffrey said, can we just sing. Bam! It hit me. It was too much for them. I was throwing pearls out to the swines. Then, we pulled out the children's song book, and sang through the songs about Easter, and I know my Savior lives. They sang their little hearts out, and I got tears in my eyes, and I knew that I had done all I could do. This morning, I asked again why we celebrate Easter, and everyone answered, "because of Jesus." phew.. Most of the time I wonder if I am doing my job of teaching these precious spirits I have been given. It's an overwhelming and sometimes scary thing. But all I can do is what I can do. We read scriptures every night, most of the time it's not all understood, but that's ok. At least they are hearing it, right? I just always feel an urgent feeling to teach them so much, but I know that they can't handle the big things yet. Last night we were reading a board book about the Resurrection and Halee asked why there was terrible earthquakes and no light. We told her that the earth was mourning and that every living thing has a spirit. The trees, the rocks, and that blew her mind. Then the question came, "does Heavenly father have a mother and father, and if they do, where are they?" I remember as a kid thinking that for awhile, and just getting a headache. Our feeble little brains have to have things chopped up and cut up for us to understand sometimes.