It's funny how as I get older the more my desire to take care of small children in the church nursery wanes. I tend to avoid the nursery at all costs, as long as I don't look to undignified in the attempt. Due to poor planning on my part last Sunday evening, we had lovely little girls that needed a nursery attendant and guess who got drafted...you guessed it!
Sunday evening I ate a forty-four course meal of plastic food (no calories), drank countless cups of "air juice" and had my favorite desert six times! Not only was I served these marvelous foods, I was entertained by a princess dancing in a "Little House on the Prarie" bonnet, a pink cape with faux fur and black gloves. I had a story read to me by an amazinging smart reader who informed me her reading level was third-grade and I belive it! She actually read the words sea anemone without hesitation! I still can't believe it!
Maybe next time the nursery worker schedule looks a little low on volunteers, I'll raise my hand.
3 comments:
I did my turn in the nursery this week too! My turn wasn't as fun as yours. We had 12 toddlers, six of whom cried, three pooped nad the other three told us what we did wrong. I was looking for the nursry exit.
Wow...I never thought they would catch you! I haven't done nursery duty in years...can't say that I miss it but I'm glad you had fun...
I too, am happy your turn was so enlightning. Each day I take care of 15 toddlers. I watch them pick their noses, hit each other, pout, bump their heads and more. But every now and then something a little more special peeps out from under those unpleasant toddler habits. Like watching their eyes light up whenever we sing a song. Compared to leading adults in singing, toddlers are a breath from heaven. No inhibitions, no pride, no complaints about not singing enough hymns...just pure unadulterated joy. I echo the words of Jesus..."suffer the little children to come to Me."
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