As many of you know, Nate and I served in the children's department of our church last school year every Sunday morning and Wednesday night. Nate didn't think I was so crazy when I signed us up for one of these. It was when I signed us up for twice a week he thought I might need to be admitted. And, I must say, after the first Wednesday night, with 20 just barely 3 year olds, I almost admitted myself. WOW! But, we adjusted and I must say that we became better people and parents from this experience and those kids truly blessed our lives. We had some great tales and good laughs because kids, well, they say and do things that are so honest and pure...and FUNNY! It becomes H.I.L.A.R.I.O.U.S when they aren't even trying to be funny...which brings me to our most recent serving experience.
With Baby Girl on the way, we are on a rotating schedule for Sunday mornings. This means we get a surprise in the mail at the first of each month. That would be the calendar that tells us which room we will work in on a certain Sunday of the month. So, we get our calendar and we are first up this month. I had sort of figured out that these kids would be about three, given the room number. I didn't fully divulge this to Man because the just barely, if at all, potty trained kids...well, that age is not high on his list. Nonetheless, we arrive, I was right, and well, it didn't take him long to figure out. So, I tell him I will do all of the potty part and he can do entertainment.
WARNING..I have potty trained 2 GIRLS...never a boy...and I give this warning when Mommas ask me for potty advice because I have learned, in some hilarious ways, that girls and boys potty train very differently. The most important thing I learned, when helping Cowgirl with little Trynt...there is sitting potty training and standing. That's right...poor Trynt thought I lost my mind when I sat him on the potty one night...little thing wasn't even talking fully but he was going potty...not for me on this night though. When I tell Cowgirl, she explains he has moved onto standing. That explained his "What are you doing to me look?" and another reason God gave me girls. SO, this was to be a challenge on this morning, but I was ready...or so I thought.
I decide that they are all going to go potty before we go out to play. Most of them line up and admit to needing to go and the others try to convince us they don't need to go. They are 3...they need to go whether they admit it or not. My little girls go right in...no problem. Then there are my little boys. One by one they file in. Now here is where my "Trynt training" comes in handy. A few of them march in and I can tell they can do this on their own. I help with their buttons and they do the rest...sure enough...some sit, some stand. I might could do a thesis about this come to think of it. Anyway, I was down to the last few and one of my sweet boys comes in. He asks for help with his button and getting his pants down. I help and then stand back and tell him to tell me when he is done and I will help get him back together. He goes potty and tells me he is ready. I go in, kneel down behind him and pull up his underwear. Now, this little boy has the cutest personality. So, I say "Hey, I see Buzz and Woody!" (They are covering his tush...) and I pull up his pants.
Without hesitation...he says, "NO, I am Phillip Henry Taylor!" I thought I would die right there. He was so serious and really had no clue. Never looked at me, turned to the sink, washed his hands, and ran out to play. I am still giggling about this. I love kids and they can just make your day with something so simple...or in my case...my week.
And guess what? Even Nate said, at the end, that he thought it was such a shame that these sweet kids didn't have a consistent set of teachers each week. And let me tell you, if Baby Girl wasn't popping out in 6 short weeks, I would have RUN to sign us up. Why? Because they are sweet, and loving, and they are mine. Yep, I claimed 'em after being with them just one time. GO! SERVE! YOU WILL BE BLESSED! I PROMISE!...And if you are lucky, you might get a good laugh...or two...along the way!
**Little Phillip Henry..that isn't his real name...I can't tell you his real name, so I picked one just as distinguished sounding as his little name really is. I have to protect God's little angel."
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