The Night I Wanted To Disown My Child

We went to the church last night. They were having the practice for this coming Sunday's children's program for Palm Sunday. It is actually going to be quite a lovely service. It starts out with all the children carrying palm branches down the aisle to the altar while singing. Then when they get down to the altar, they are supposed to lay the palm branches down on the altar and then line up to sing Jesus Loves Me and another song. All very lovely. All very cute. Until you insert Jack, my devil child, into the picture.

As all the other children who were ranging in ages from 2 to 10, carried their palm branches nicely, my child was hitting the other kid's with his and causing fights. And this did not happen just once, oh no it happened every single time (all 6 times) they ran through the little program. And when I mean hit, I mean he was pretending his branch was a sword and doing some damage to the others.

Now, if that was all he did wrong last night, I might be able to forgive him. But nooooo, that is just the beginning. You see when the other kids went down and laid their branches down, my child did not want to do that. Nope, he had to hang onto his and continue to use it as a weapon on the poor innocent children trying to sing Jesus Loves Me.

And Wait! It gets better. During the second song, he thought exploring the entire stage and choir loft was nifty and was running in circles all over the stage. At one point, I do believe he tried to get up on the piano bench to "help" the lady playing the piano.

Seriously, every other child there was doing what Miss Abby wanted. Even the two-year-old little boy named Maverick. He was doing really good just standing there NOT hitting people and NOT running around. At one point, I wanted to say "who is that wild child? Boy his mother sure needs to control him better". Yes I wanted to not know my child by the end of the evening.

I told Jim about the whole thing this morning and he just laughed and said that he did the same type of stuff when he was that age. He admitted that he marched to his own drummer and not anybody else's. So So So different than I was. I always wanted to do what people told me to do and be good. More proof that Jim cloned.

All I can say is to pray for us on Sunday. We maybe escorted out of the church!!!