You can always tell when it's promotion Sunday at our church. You see we go to a fairly large church, therefore each age group or grade has a class (or actually 2 but you get the point). Each September on the Sunday after labor day, we have promotion Sunday. The kids move to their new class. Fortunately they have been separated by their birthday since birth so they always move with the same kids more or less. The reason you can tell that it is promotion week is that the moment you walk into the door on the kids wing of the church, you see the crowd of parents and kids that are unsure what to do. You see, these are the parents that can't follow simple instructions. You see, the new room numbers are marked clearly on the adhesive tag that you get when you check the child in on the computer. Then you finally make in onto the hallway where the rooms are and you have another back up of parents that can not read the room numbers clearly marked above each door so they must ask everyone "Do you know where room number ---- is?".
Did I mention that the room numbers are over the doors and in numerical order? I mean, I could understand if the room numbers were just scattered willy-nilly but come on folks! Then you have those who have never entered a office building or anything in their lives and do not realize that if the number starts with a 2, it means the room is on the 2nd floor.... Ok, then lets cut the parents some slack and realize that maybe they are not dumb, they are just stressed. Then we get to the actual room and we have the kids who are really sensing their parent's confusion and uncertainty and are having a melt down over the fact that their room has moved one or two doors down the hall and the fact that they have a new teacher and helper. Oh, and did I tell you that we are Southern Baptist Conservatists, so each parent has on average about a dozen kids (you know, we are trying to rival the Catholics in the baby making business). So we go through this process at each and every drop off point. Then when you finally get the kids calmed down and actually in their new class, you make your way to the Sanctuary of the church and realize that the service is now over and they are singing "Just as I am" which means you have missed the entire message of the day which was probably on patience which you probably desperately needed to hear. Then you make you way back to the class room behind all those not so sharp parents who DONT remember which class they dropped which kid off in.....Oh but that is not what happened to me because I was scheduled to work this Sunday so I have the distinct pleasure in dealing with many overprotective parents who feel the need to give you in depth instructions on how to care for their 9 month old for the next 45 mins to an hour. Then you have the first time mom who wants to come in for a few moments because her baby had never been away from her for even a moment in her entire life (Get real woman! You better take a break when you can get one, trust me!) and once the baby is in the room and perfectly happy to be playing and not crying one little bit, she feels the need to make sure she picks the happy baby up to kiss her and hug her and say bye-bye, mommy is LEAVING now, or and did I say I'M LEAVING YOU WITH STRANGERS FOR THE FIRST TIME AND I WON'T BE BACK FOR AN WHOLE HOUR! Oh and when the baby didn't cry and went back to playing, she felt the need to say good bye several more times on her way out the door.......God Bless her little heart....It WAS her first time.........Oh and then she shows up about 15 mins. later, just to "CHECK" on her and feels the need to get the baby's attention and wave?....Oh and when the child finally did start crying, she grabbed her up and said "It's okay darling, you did try, your okay now, mommy's got you..."
WAS I EVER THAT BAD? I know I had a hard time the first weekend I left my little angels but now I let my girl go on sleepovers (only to the cousins but it is a first step) and and I go away at least 2 weekends a year with the girls......
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