The twins will be three soon and we are starting to do more ‘big kid’ things. (Potty training doesn’t seem to be one of the big kid things they are willing to try. sigh.)
Instead of going to toddler story time at the library, they are going to preschool story time. And instead of playing in the nursery during church, they are now coming to part of the service, then going to children’s worship.
This past Sunday they sat in the service for the first time since the little one’s baptism. Then they made it through two songs and her baptism before being escorted back to the nursery. And those twenty minutes were pushing it. When we were at the baptismal font, they were more interested in disconnecting the cords for the microphones and speakers than anything else. Needless to say, I approached last Sunday with trepidation. What kind of squirreliness would erupt during the silent times of the service? What temper tantrums would ensue when the children went to the front for the blessing and exited the sanctuary for children’s worship?
Thankfully, my imagination was worse than the actual event. They shouted, “It’s done?” after every song, rattled their bulletins with wild abandon, and started a small wrestling match during the congregational prayer (Note to self: don’t let them sit next to each other next week.). The wrestling match ended when my husband escorted my son out of the sanctuary for a few minutes. He thought this was horrible and behaved much better after that. They also shouted “Amen!” at the end of the prayers and attempted to eat their collection coins.
But other than that it wasn’t too bad. They went to the front with the other children, looking a little concerned about all the other kids around the pulpit. They went downstairs happy to see some friends that had already moved from the nursery to children’s worship.
I suddenly thought they looked awfully small next to all those big kids. I guess the transition to all these ‘big kid’ things seems to be easier for them than for me.