A Mockingbird Never Hurt Nobody
So my entire summer has been about kids. If I was not in their presence I was cutting, laminating, sorting, or carrying something that they would be using at church. Even though I thought I had retired from babysitting, they would be in my house or I would be in their's.
I have spent a lot of time thinking about my kids and what those chapters of my life will look like. I have always wanted to be a mom, more so than I ever wanted to be a wife. But this summer, I have thought about what kind of mom I want to be, because I have spent a lot of time watching and listening to the parents and kids at my church. I have learned a lot.
A little boy that visited my Sunday morning 3’s class died this morning. He came with his grandmother, who was helping her kids look around the area for a new church.
My mom woke me up this morning trying to remember if we had any other new kids in the preschool department, because Dad had gotten a call that they requested a chaplain from the church they last visited.
He was the only one I thought of. His name was Bryce and he came on the Sunday we did “A Room on the Roof” lesson. He was shy and extremely afraid of puppets
Dad went over to their house and had to call reinforcements; so Mom went over there. I am thankful they can work together in situations like this. When I talked to Mom she used words like Hemophilia, Biopsy, and Autopsy, and Funeral Home. I couldn’t imagine hearing them as a parent.
I will never understand why children have to die. Saying the word perseverance isn’t as empowering as at usually is.
It’s ironic to me, that last night I was sitting with the 4’s class during share time and Alex told everyone that he bought his Fantastic Four backpack for kindergarten. These are the kids I have taught every Sunday I have been in Knoxville for the past 3 years.
But I didn’t feel old, like people always say they do when they realize that I am in college. I was just thought, "I guess they are growing up this summer, too”.
I have spent a lot of time thinking about my kids and what those chapters of my life will look like. I have always wanted to be a mom, more so than I ever wanted to be a wife. But this summer, I have thought about what kind of mom I want to be, because I have spent a lot of time watching and listening to the parents and kids at my church. I have learned a lot.
A little boy that visited my Sunday morning 3’s class died this morning. He came with his grandmother, who was helping her kids look around the area for a new church.
My mom woke me up this morning trying to remember if we had any other new kids in the preschool department, because Dad had gotten a call that they requested a chaplain from the church they last visited.
He was the only one I thought of. His name was Bryce and he came on the Sunday we did “A Room on the Roof” lesson. He was shy and extremely afraid of puppets
Dad went over to their house and had to call reinforcements; so Mom went over there. I am thankful they can work together in situations like this. When I talked to Mom she used words like Hemophilia, Biopsy, and Autopsy, and Funeral Home. I couldn’t imagine hearing them as a parent.
I will never understand why children have to die. Saying the word perseverance isn’t as empowering as at usually is.
It’s ironic to me, that last night I was sitting with the 4’s class during share time and Alex told everyone that he bought his Fantastic Four backpack for kindergarten. These are the kids I have taught every Sunday I have been in Knoxville for the past 3 years.
But I didn’t feel old, like people always say they do when they realize that I am in college. I was just thought, "I guess they are growing up this summer, too”.