We experienced yet another week of worship with our children, and though this blog has been silent, we lived to tell the tale. So did the balcony carpet, although it’s been littered with a bit more cereal crumbs that I’m fairly certain it’s ever seen.
This past week did not go as “smoothly” as the week before. Which, one may think, “But Aj, last week didn’t sound all that smooth in the first place.” Very very true. Judah ran even more. Abel, having had a bout of the stomach flu the day before, was a bit on the clingy side. And Jason and I were a bit tired with patience lacking.
But we persevered through snacks, bathroom breaks, and pacing. In my Walking the Balcony I got to hang out with a friend who was pacing with a bebe as well. Except the last time he had a babe was some 14ish years ago. Nope, this wasn’t his kid: he and his family had been taking turns passing the lovely little girl around during service.
And towards the end of service, Judah asked saw Mr. Alan in the sound booth and wanted to infiltrate, but I told him not to be a bother. Except, of course, Mr. Alan asked if Judah could come and help him run sound.
Judah told me all about the things he learned: listening on the headset, watching the screens, “working” the nobs. He felt very informed and helpful.
At the end of service we had a time of prayer. I think the idea was to reflect on the message, but something was also said about praying for others. I was a little too busy balancing Abel on the open second story window because I thought he might stop “ditditDITDITDIT!!!”ing at the top of his lungs if he saw his beloved nature. But a friend came up to me and asked if she could pray for me: um, yeah?!! 🙂 As she spoke, she prayed for me to have patience, and I must admit I found myself thinking, “Do I look like I need patience? Man, I thought I was handling myself well this morning!”, but perhaps it was more a reflection on the active tykes rather than my response (I hope). 🙂 She later took Abel for a walk outside so he really could enjoy the sunshine and I could enjoy free arms and quiet.
Again, to me, this is church. Both my little men have been dedicated in front of this body, and it wasn’t just a commitment from Jason and I to raise them in the ways of Christ, but also for the body of Newberg Friends to commit to walk alongside us. As other families bring their children in front of the congregation in the same way, so I eagerly commit to walk alongside them, through the good and the bad, through the children who sit still during service and the children who appear to be jumping over the balcony (I can’t tell you how many folks jerked every time Judah approached the edge). I can’t do it on my own, and I don’t want to; and as I outsourced some of my parenting duties that morning, I looked forward to the day when I can return the favor.