Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: southern Arizona
When our oldest daughter was 5 or 6, my wife & I were in the Christmas Cantata. Halfway thru, she came rushing up the aisle, screaming, "I gotta pee! I gotta pee!" Another mother in the congregation grabbed her and took her to the restroom. A year earlier, I had confided to a mother that I was certain the folks in church were staring at my kids, wondering why I didn't control them. The mother of six started laughing, and told me, "No, they are far to busy staring at MY 6 kids, wondering why I don't control them!" Comparing notes, it seems most young parents feel that way. With some time, you learn no one is staring. Most of the older folks have been through it themselves!
In a small church, we all know each other and our kids. Things happen, and no one gets upset. Last Sunday, people were laughing. Hard. Our granddaughter was playing Mary. I was just glad she didn't attack the boy. And once she got her "baby" back, she just shrugged her shoulders & smiled...which may mean she will someday be a good mother!
Riders ask "How?" Horsemen ask "Why?"