So I wrote a few days ago about Mercy and Aaron refusing to let me wash their feet in an attempt to act out the bible story we had just read. Yesterday we had Mercy’s best friend here, and at one point Mercy turned to me and said: “Mommy, let’s play Jesus and his disciples.”
I wasn’t sure what exactly that meant, as there are different stories we like to play, but she clarified: “Mommy, be Jesus and wash our feet.”
“Okay,” I said, and I had the kids sit on the edge of the futon once again.
I went into the bathroom, filled my basin, and got a towel and when I came out the three were lined up with big eyes and great anticipation.
I decided to start with Mercy, so I knelt down in front of her and started to wash her little foot with my water and hands. As I washed her, I told her why I was doing this and that she should do the same thing for other people. She listened, still, eyes locked with mine the entire time.
Next it was Aaron’s turn, and as I moved the basin over to him and started to wet his feet, I realized that there was another set of small hands tending his other foot. I hadn’t even noticed her getting down, or kneeling beside me. She was sober about her task, and looked up at me repeatedly for affirmation.
We finished Aaron’s feet and moved on to Mercy’s best friend, and this time Aaron came down to his knees to help as well. I sat at little Elena’s feet, my two kids on either side of me, and we bathed her feet together.
I loved the way that, for Mercy and Aaron, Jesus’ command to do what he did was not taken as some theoretical event saved for a later time or place. It was immediate, practical, physical. And so, so simple.