I’ll just start this post by saying that Ben loves rocks. There is a section of gravel parking at our church and anytime we park there, Ben just HAS to pick out a rock. “Just one please, Mommy.” He begs as he mines the gravel lot for the perfect stone. I find rocks in random places around the house too. Behind his bed, in the toy baskets and the pockets of his shorts.
Before nap one afternoon, I told Ben we had time to read just one more book and to pick one out from his bookshelf. Of course he picked David and The Giant, it’s one of his favorite books right now. When you ask him the giant’s name, he’ll reply, “Gwiaf” for Goliath! It makes me chuckle every time. I’d like to say that it’s his favorite book because it teaches a wonderful lesson…with God’s help we are capable of overcoming any “giant” in our lives. But I’m pretty sure he likes it for one reason and one reason only…David slings a rock and knocks the giant down!
As we were reading, I looked over and saw a twinkle in Ben’s eyes and the excitement on his face as he asked with the turn of every page, “Mommy, Where’s the giant? Is David going to throw rocks at him and make him fall down?” And a thought occurred to me. Maybe I should delve a little deeper into that twinkle, that excitement. So I asked, “Ben, do we throw rocks at our friends?” Ben exclaimed, “YES, Mommy!” Uh hmm. Exactly what I thought. So I explained to him all about the giant…that he was mean, that he wasn’t David’s friend, that he wanted to cause harm to the others and that we should never throw rocks at anyone. So when we finished the book I asked him again, “Ben, do we throw rocks at our friends?” He shook his head from side to side and exclaimed, “NO, Mommy!”