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Last Updated: Nov 14, 2008 - 12:49:26 PM |
As we walk into church this Sunday morning, I am hopeful that my little guy’s reaction to the nursery will be much more positive than last week’s. This is our second Sunday at Chester Baptist Church. I am praying before we even get in the door, that this day will be less traumatizing than our last visit. My son is suffering from a severe case of separation anxiety. As all of us mothers know, this is a natural part of toddler-hood. However stressful it is for the mother, we have to deal with it in a proficient and loving way. If anyone knows this way, please let me know. I am at a complete loss.
Our first visit to the church started out wonderfully. We were welcomed with open arms and gracious smiles and my husband and I were thrilled with the nursery and the lively murals on the walls. They have a great library and have wonderful youth programs. How great was this? We were given a tour of the church by the friendly and kind Lisa and soon safely deposited our precious cargo in the nursery. Of course I watched him for a few minutes and was satisfied that he had fully immersed himself in fake dishes and fireman hats. I quickly slipped away unnoticed. After receiving my pager (genius idea) in case I was needed (you know, “your child is a terror, come get him please”), we made our way to the sanctuary.
As the service was starting, my husband and I (seated in the back and on the aisle, in case we needed to make a quick exit to the nursery) heard the dreaded screaming. Surely that is not my child, I thought as I looked down at my pager. Nope, there was no vibration coming from the little black guilt machine. I began to relax and before I knew it, someone was tapping me gently on the shoulder. Yes, you guessed it; it was my child screaming at the bottom of the stairwell, fully convinced that I had left him for all eternity. As I made my way down the stairs I heard him hiccupping and felt so guilty. Should I have told him I was leaving and that I would be back? Well, the poor guy had made himself sick, he was so upset, so I took him with me back to the service and he slept on me the entire time. He had worn himself out with his emotional purging.
So, onto this Sunday. I had celestially high hopes that he would be a little more open to the nursery this time around and had planned my course of action. However, as soon as we walked in the door, he had flashbacks, and began to cry before we made it down the hall. Of course, everyone was as welcoming as last week and I was impressed that they remembered us, but how could they forget with my little guy’s impressive display of his lung capacity? Well, I decided to take him to the service. This week was Vacation Bible School’s presentation and would be fun, with music and singing and lots of children. It was a wonderful service; the presentation was energetic and the kids really enjoyed themselves, including my little guy. Too bad we didn’t make it to the sermon. Two-year-olds can only take so much, and mothers of two-year-olds can only take a little more than that. So, the mother slinking out of church with the two-year-old waving as if in a parade – yep, that was us, and we will be back again for another round next Sunday.
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