Baby Jesus Went Thud Against The Wall

Last night Gabi crawled into my lap with one of her dolls.

Gabi: Mommy, I'm Mary.

Me: Oh! You're Mary, so this must be baby Jesus!

Gabi: NO mommy, this is a GIRL baby! Jesus was a BOY!

And she climbed right back out of my lap, totally done with me after my huge blunder.

Oh, well excuse me. I thought we liked to use our imaginations! Though the doll did have on a lot of pink. And a big bow in her hair. I guess it would've been hard to imagine it was a boy.

A few minutes later Gabi ran up to me excitedly with one of her boy dolls (a very heavy headed boy doll- this will be important in just a moment).

Gabi: Mommy, mommy! THIS is baby Jesus!

And WHAM. A doll head right to the eye. As pain shot through my head, I impulsively grabbed the doll and threw it hard to my right. It hit the wall on the stair landing with a thud and dropped down to the floor. Sockless. I had knocked the socks right off the poor thing.

And then I realized I had just thrown baby Jesus across the room.

NOT a shining moment for me. In my pain, I wanted that baby doll to pay for making contact with my face. No, not a very appropriate reaction. Yes, apologies were made (to both the doll and to Gabi).

I'm actually a little embarrassed by the whole thing. I can't believe I threw a doll, let alone one that was standing in for our Lord and Savior.

I just really hope that Gabi doesn't bring this up in Sunday School the next time her teacher mentions baby Jesus. I'm pretty sure it would be something slightly unclear. Like, "My mommy was so mad at Jesus that she threw my doll against the wall!" or, "When I told my mommy that my doll was baby Jesus, she grabbed him and threw him at the wall!"

There's really not a good way to spin this one.

Oh, and did I mention that Gabi's Sunday School teacher is part of the pastoral staff?

In my defense, I was a bit hopped up on sugar after eating a Danish when it all went down. I really do love Jesus.

Dear Jesus,
I'm sorry I threw you against the wall. I wasn't thinking beyond a hard plastic head painfully blinding me, and wanting that hard plastic head to die. I'm especially sorry that it was you as a baby. Please forgive me. I promise will try to never throw anything that is supposed to be you against the wall ever again. Even if I step on you after Gabi forgets to put you back in the Manger and I can't walk on my foot all day long (you know, with Christmas coming up and all, in case there's a repeat of last year).
Amen With love,
Laural