July 5, 2016
We attend a church where the children are part of the entire service. This makes for slightly louder, and more chaotic services, but it is something we seek out wherever we’ve lived because we believe that it’s the biblical way of “doing church.”
Training our children to sit through these church services through the years has been a time-consuming, frustrating, but ultimately rewarding thing. We are still working at it with our 2-year-old. We take baskets of books, paper and pencils, and various other distractions to help with the task.
Some Sundays are better than others, but, thankfully, we have a community of people around us who are doing, and have done, the same thing. Remembering that helps on the fifth trip to the lobby to “have a chit-chat” with the trainee.
This past Sunday, after the opening songs, the wrestling match that is church-training commenced. 2-Year-Old whizzed through all the training tools in record time.
And then he found a Fancy Nancy book in the church basket.
If you don’t have daughters, then you don’t have knowledge of Fancy Nancy. I am sorry for that, because Fancy Nancy?
She’s a prissy schoolgirl who is weirdly, yet adorably, into French culture, language, and lore. She says “Bonjour!” for “Hello!”; she wears boas to recess; and she informs her readers of the fancy word for “fancy” (posh), and the French word for butterfly (papillion). She loves to dress up to go to the ice cream stand with her non-fancy family, while wearing 2 different colored bows AND a feather in her hair, sequined ballet slippers, and a wool herringbone swing coat.
She’s kinda awesome.
Our girls LOVE Fancy Nancy. They read the books over and over and over again. They read them aloud to little brothers and each other. It’s a beautiful thing.
So when 2-Year-Old pulled the book from the basket and sat on my lap and opened it up, I was secretly thrilled.
The speaker was up front doing his thing, while 2-Year-Old perused the book.
All was right with the world.
Then the speaker paused, gathering his thoughts for the next sentence. Weirdly, no other kid-noises were heard…..
Until 2-Year-Old, at that exact, so-quiet-you-could-hear-a-pin-drop moment, turned a page in the book, and called out…..
And you just can’t get more awesome than that.