Paul and the Nursery

Believe it or not, I can count with my two hands the times that I’ve been to the church in the last six months.  Yes, people, I have been unchurched for awhile.  There.  Now that we’re past that shocking revelation, let’s move on.

This past Sunday was only the second time Paul had been to the Nursery.  Last week, Steve and I brought him to his room together.  There was this one kind sweet lady who took a little time and talked to Paul while I was filling out the information paper.  Soon as I was done, we said our quick goodbyes as she took Paul from Steve’s arms.  Aww…my baby’s first day in Nursery!

30 minutes.  He’s doing great, the Nursery pager hasn’t vibrated yet!  One hour.  Wow!  He’s doing REALLY great!  One hour 15 minutes.  Bzzzzt bzzzzt!  Bzzzt bzzzt!  Bzzzzt bzzzzt!  Bzzzt bzzzt!  (Flashback:  Sweet Lady says, “we will not page you unless he’s really not doing well for a good long time.)  I’m thinking, hmmm…he must be in distress!

When I got to the Nursery room, all was quiet.  Then I saw my little boy, held by a different sweet girl this time.  My baby saw me too and what did you expect?  Yes, he let out a good cry with his sweet pout as if to say, where have you been momma?

Ahh…nothing like the embrace of your own momma.  All was well after that.

Today.

I signed him in and he was happy when I gave him over to another kind lady.  He needed to eat in 45 minutes so I made a note of that so the incoming volunteers knew I was coming back in that time.  I went off to the sanctuary for the service.

45 minutes later, it was time for Paul’s feeding.  Walking into the welcome area of the Children’s Nursery, I saw my little boy being held by the host that morning!  Wait!  I thought he was suppose to be in his room?  And why didn’t my pager buzz??!

Apparently, my little one decided to give the second service volunteers a concert so he’d been screaming and was rather inconsolable.  Way to go, Paul boy! *chuckle* But as soon as he was out of the room, he quieted down and was just looking around.  He was put in a stroller for a stroll around the halls but he didn’t think that was as much fun as just being held!

Oh my!  Have I ruined my baby’s early life already?  He’s afraid of people, people!

Actually, I know he just needs to be  out meeting people more often.  And I’ve decided that Nursery, no matter, how hard it is for him right now, is a good thing for him.  So we will be back, dear sweet ladies.  Whatever. it. takes.