We were just a minute late getting to church on Sunday, and the meeting had already started which left us scrambling for an unfamiliar seat. Somewhere in the mix, Laser Boy (almost 2) escaped and before I noticed his absence he was up the isle and making his way up on the stage. Unfortunately, Sunshine (4) noticed also, and took off after him. They both dashed gleefully across the stage just behind the bishop, who was trying to open the meeting. I started up after them and then realizing they were headed to the other side, I went back around behind the congregation to try and head them off on the other side. I guess running across the stage once was so much fun they had to turn around and do it again. This antic put me on the wrong side again, and giving up all hope of being discrete, I crossed in front of the now laughing congregation, in hopes of grabbing them before they tried it again. Thankfully one of the bishopric reached out creating a barrier of sorts, just enough to slow them down so I could nab them. The ordeal was over but I was embarrassed.....and sweating.
With Laser Boy under one arm and Sunshine skipping along beside, I walked back to our bench. My hubby shrugged his shoulders and gave me a "what could I do?" look. After that, my kids surprisingly sat like angels as the scene played over and over in my mind. I tried to sing along with the opening song, but kept hearing the combined voices of all the disapproving parents I've ever heard...."that child is out of control"....."he needs a little heat on his behind"...."counseling and the proper dosage works miracles"...."put the fear of God in him"...."disrespectful"...."irreverent".....and on and on. Some of these have been aimed at my own, and some were whispered referring to others. But as the song progressed, I calmed a little, and even began to smile.
Disrespectful? Yes.
Irreverent? Yes.
Pretty darn funny? YES!
I feel fairly confident that the majority of church goers enjoy a little distraction once in a while, and if that distraction comes in the form of two giggling children (who aren't their own), all the better. Everyone needs to take a turn once in a while, just to keep it real.
Of course I
will heighten my guard of Laser Boy, I
will do all I can to train my children to be respectful, and I
will hope with all I have that it never happens again....to me. In the meantime I can choose to be embarrassed or choose to laugh and learn.
I love to laugh.