That time I told off the church Sunday school manager... - West + Rose

That time I told off the church Sunday school manager...


hear me out...

Church and me are kind of a new thing.  A thing in which I am still extremely apprehensive about.  Initially, the main reason I was open to going was to provide my children with a supportive community with kids their age.  I enjoy the church we go to and the message is always really uplifting and inspiring, but it is going to take me a long time to ever be completely comfortable with organized religion. That being said, I think it is a good environment for the kids to grow up in, for the most part...so I feel it is worth it for me to put aside my apprehensions and let the kids experience the fun that is Sunday school.




Bubba has been sitting with us during the service as he has not wanted to try the Kindergarten Sunday school room.  This past Sunday, we finally got him to try it out..but only because we bribed him with ice cream and told him his friend would be in there with him.  Previously, we had tried to have him be in a class with a friend of his that was 5, like he is, and were told they could not be in same room because they were not in same grade.  OK, that's cool..no big deal.  Bubba came and sat with us in the service that Sunday.  This past Sunday, we tried to get him put in the same room as another friend of his, who is a year older, but is in the same grade.  We were told no again.

So I'm listening to the opening music in the church service, in Mama Bear mode...and I can't just sit there because I am agitated and can picture Bubba sitting there, waiting for his friend to show up...So what does a Mama Bear do....I decide to go give the Sunday school manager a piece of my mind...
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I start out really stern...I complained about the fact that I have been told multiple different things and that my son is now in his Sunday school room thinking we lied to him.  I told her I didn't appreciate them not being willing to help my son ease into a new environment.  I told her that our experience with this Sunday school set up has made me less inclined to come back to this church...yep I went there.  I really kind of meant it too...I said some other things all in my quest to prove to them how they are doing it all wrong...My heels were dug in at this point. She listened and nodded her head with understanding until I was finished getting everything off my chest...

So what does the Sunday school manager do?  Oh she killed me with kindess...so hard!!!  I wanted to stay mad, but she was so sweet she gave me a tootheache! She was very kind and explained how the age/grade groups are broken down. I hated so badly that everything she said made perfect sense.  I thanked her for her time and walked away with my tail tucked between my legs.  Kindness man...works every time.

All during the service, I said to myself "Lord, if you really want me to stay here. If you really want me to keep coming here, you better make sure my son has a good time." Yeah, I gave God an ultimatum...maybe not my finest moment...



After the service I rushed to get Bubba.  I just knew he was going to be upset and would have been crying through most of the service. I nearly knocked people over trying to get him.  I just knew I had to go save my boy.  I go in there to pick him up, ready for him to run and hug me and beg me to never leave him there again...Instead...

I was greeted with "Mama, I had so much fun! I really like my Sunday school teacher and we had goldfish for snack! Can we please always come to this church service time so I can have that teacher every Sunday?"  I had to walk by the Sunday school manager with my tail between my legs...again...as we walked out the door.


My bluff was called and my church attendance is guaranteed for at least another Sunday...



By the way, Viv went to the church nursery for the first time, while I was raising cane about her brother, and did perfectly fine...Sometimes I wonder how I end up worrying more about my oldest than my youngest...Does anyone else experience this?



Happy Hump Day!

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