Lately when we go to church, instead of going to her Sunday School room, #1 wants to go with us to sing in the “Visionary” aka Sanctuary. She enjoys singing with us as well and the church members. She also enjoys staying for the Children’s Moment (where they all sit at the front of the church with the pastor and get a miniature, kid friendly sermon).
If you haven’t been to a Children’s Moment, it has the potential to be quite amusing. A large bunch of kids, and one adult asking questions. You can imagine.
This Sunday, Mother’s Day of all days, #1 was super excited. She ran up to the front and sat right next to Ms. Susan*
Ms. Susan started her lesson with a bird’s nest and started talking about all of the work the mommy bird did to make the next to take care of her babies. It was then that #1 made a noise. I don’t remember what, but an “oh” or something like that.
It was right then that Mr. Serious and I looked at each other. “#1’s mic’d.” Oh, no. Please don’t say or do anything embarrassing. Dear God, everybody in the church is watching.
Ms. Susan asked the kids what their mommies to do show them that they love them.
“When I throw up…”
Oh, no. I’m stunned, and laughing. Tears are welling up in my eyes. She went there, didn’t she? Everybody is looking our direction and giving us a look. The one that is sympathetic yet appreciative that it’s not their kid.
Ms. Susan is looking intently at #1, giving her the “finish your thoughts look.”
“It’s okay, honey, what does your mommy do?”
“Um. She takes me to the bathroom, and puts me in the bathtub and washes me off,” so matter-of-factly. With perfect inflections in her voice. Like, how did you not know what my mommy does when I throw up?
“Yes, dear, that’s an excellent example of your mommy showing you how she loves you. She cleans you up and takes care of you when you are sick.”
And, then the sermon was pretty much over, and #1 ran over to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek and when off to Sunday School.
*name changed to protect the innocent