I occasionally, on Sunday mornings wonder if it is worth it.
Do the kids hear anything at all in church? Aren’t they too little?
Wouldn’t my time be better spent catching up on sleep so I can be kinder?
We brush hair, tell them to brush their teeth at least 6 times, and as the mean parents we are we insist on them wearing a jacket. Then I try to get myself dressed while settling kid arguments as I hurriedly slurp down my coffee.
It can seem like a lot of hassle. ESPECIALLY since we go to the “early” 8:30am service.
I don’t like mornings.
This morning Caroline sat with my father-in-law. I heard them giggle several times in the row behind me. I heard candy wrappers rustle. Once, during a prayer Caroline said “R!” I turned around and gave her the stink eye. To which she smiled sweetly and batted her eyes.
After service was over she showed me what they had been working on so furiously.
With Papaw’s help she spent the service taking notes on the bulletin.
It made me grin. She definitely had a lot of help with those words thanks to her partner-in-crime…but it appears she IS paying attention.
That makes getting ready Sunday mornings easier to manage.
Have a good week friends.
Between Three Waters 