Monday, February 2, 2009
Why I Love Kids
Sunday is not always my favorite day of the week. I go to church every Sunday without fail because it is where I need to be and where my family needs to be and I want my kids to know that. I do not ever regret being there, but it is still not easy.
For one, I have to get 9 kids out of bed, fed, dressed, and looking nice before 9:00 a.m. This includes finding the (often secret) location of 9 pairs of Sunday shoes. (Oh, the drama of the Sunday shoes!) And discovering, 15 minutes before church, that Coolister's white shirt has not been washed since last Sunday. And it has a large spot on it. Then when we get to church and are seated on OUR bench (5th row up, thank you) someone is already making someone else cry or remembering that they forgot their scriptures or needing a drink...
Yesterday was the usual.
I dragged Curly to nursery and left her there, crying, because I already had Baby O in tow for Hubba's primary class and could not wrestle with them both. I sat in our assigned row in the primary room, checking to see if all of my class members had arrived, and noticed Hubba was ramming the chair on the end of our row into the chair in front of him.
I removed the chair.
SuperC, one of my little students, tapped me on the leg.
SC: "Sisto Bwack?"
Me: "Yes, SuperC?"
SC: "That chay-o needs to stay wight they-o."
Me: "Well, Hubba is playing with it. Would it be alright if I left it on the stack over there?"
SC: (exasperated) "I guess."
In the meantime, someone is asking the kids if they have done anything fun in the last week. Hubba's hand is up, but he is not getting called on, so he yells out, "I GOT TO TAKED MEDICINE BECAUSE MY TEEF ARE ROTTEN!"
I smile nervously, shrink down in my chair a bit, and think about how excited I am for that little tidbit of information to make its rounds.
Oh, the joys of Sunday I think to myself.
And then the primary music leader asks all of the teachers to come up and sing a song to introduce it to the kids. It is from the hymnbook, "How Firm a Foundation".
I take my place up front and sing along with the others, watching my class and starting to feel a little warmth gather around my heart when I notice they are all watching me intently and smiling.
When we finish singing, SuperC raises his hand.
He starts to wave it a little, but he is not being called on.
Finally he stands up, walks to the front of the room and loudly proclaims, "Sisto Bwack, you singed SO nice! You sangd the most beautifulest of all the teach-os! Gwate job, Sisto Bwack!"
"Thank you, SuperC," I responded, feeling that warmth spread from my heart to the top of my head and the tips of my fingers and toes.
A new thought took hold in my mind: Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe Sundays are my favorite day of the week.
And you know what? Even with a head-getting-stuck-in-the-chair incident during class (oh, how I wished I had my camera!) it turned out to be a pretty great day.
It's amazing how far a compliment can carry someone, isn't it?