Alien Encounter

Today was the first day of Primary for the New Year. This means that all the kids at church changed classes, kind of like a new school year. As leaders, we thought we had everything organized. We had seating charts, class lists, and a meet-your-teacher activity all in preparation. Today we realized what we really had was chaos. When you have 100 little bodies to sit in the right row, find the new classroom, and their new teachers, reality sets in. All I can say is that the church is still true and it always will be.

Every January all the children who are three years old transfer from Nursery (lots of toys, snacks, and a short lesson) to Primary (no toys, fewer snacks, and a longer lesson). We have 20 children who are in this age group. One of which is my very own Vanessa. She has not wanted to make the transition. In fact, she has been quite adamant about staying in Nursery. I told her if she didn't go to Primary than I would just have to take away her birthday (I know it's not the most "loving mother" thing to say but, I was desperate.) She told me she didn't want a birthday, she wanted to stay in Nursery. She told me only aliens went to Primary. What can I say to that?

Well, the good news is that she survived Primary even with all the aliens. (I think it has something to do with the cookie her teacher slipped to her.) I LOVE working with the children at our church. Having said that, I must admit a happy thought for me is that we don't have to have the First-Sunday-of-the-New-Year for another 51 weeks.