I started my 6th year as an assistant teacher in the preschool Sunday school at church this term. I've learned a lot from the 5 year old set over the years.
A short list in review:
Farts are chased by the poop monster, so you better watch out with all that fartin'.
5 year old still like goldfish crackers, and they miss that they don't get them at church anymore (so we bring some usually).
Boogers are gross.
You can climb cinder block walls if you try hard enough.
There arent enough games. Games make life better.
Music is awesome. Even loud clanging not on key music.
A baby doll, a high chair and a kitchen are all some girls need to be content.
Puzzles are cool. The harder the better, but if its too hard, they make great bases for car races.
Drawing and painting are pure joy to some, yet torture to others.
Blocks can be used to literally make anything. Seriously. If you can think of it, then I've probably seen some kid make it.
They are honest. If it happened in your house or car on the way to church, I've probably heard about it. Let that soak a minute -but I don't judge you, because after all when my child was three, she shared with her sunday school teachers singing Toby Keith's "I love this bar, its my kind of place". I'm talking ALL of the words. Yeah, thats when we switched to KLOVE in the car.
They remember things that scare them for a LONG time. And sometimes they need to talk about it.
They remember the fun and happy things a long time too. And sometimes they need to talk about it.
Unconditional love is the best. Esp when it comes with a hug from a child that you thought you'd never get to do anything remotely related to the lesson.
Pure joy when someone breaks out into a fit of giggles.
Prayers are the sweetest when they come from the heart. God listens to them all. 5 year olds get this. The scrape on your knee, the kitty who ran away, the puppy whos not feeling well, the baby sister in momma's belly, the best friend who isn't in class today, the daddy who is sick or the grandpa that passed away - God cares about them all and a 5 year old is not afraid to talk to God about the small stuff - OR the big stuff.
But today, I had a hard lesson.
Today I had a new child - new to the church and new to the area.
Bless her sweet heart she is a little ball of stressed OUT.
The least little thing seriously stressed her out. I mean tears rolling down her face, crying out for momma stressed. She already felt like she wasn't good enough. at anything. I mean from paper folding, to family drawing to beanbag tossing, she really felt like she wasnt good enough. She told me so. I cant do it, and if I do it its bad. Bless her little heart. I felt so sorry for her. Shes obviously struggling with a whole lot of changes in her short life. Moving states, and starting Kindergarten, and she told me in the most serious voice. I am in Kindergarten, I need things that challenge me. But if I cant do it thats bad. I want to do it I cant do it I need help but I dont want help all in run on sentence.
I told her that no one is good at everything, esp the first time they do it, but she wasnt buying that. I was finally able to help her calm down (the fourth time) and find a task I knew she could complete that was not a baby task but not too hard.
My first thought was poor child - she is going to have a hernia before she's 10, and bless her when she has to take the MCT2 or whatever the current test will be then. Then I got to thinking...
She's not all that much different from me. Sure, I'm an adult, and I don't break down into a fit of tears (most of the time) when I can't do something on my own. But I sure to give up sometimes when I cant (eating healthy, exercise anyone? spending time in God's word? countless other things out there). But I sure have had similar conversations in prayers before. I want to do it I cant do it I need help I dont want help.....
And inside? Im a crying blubbering stressed out mess sometimes. Arent we all? Makes me wonder, if Im like that at times on the inside, who else is? most adults don't break down in a fit of tears in public, at work, at home, etc - but on the inside, are they like this little girl? I want to do it I cant do it I need help I dont want help.
Please Father, give me the eyes and understanding to see past the "plastic faces" many put on when they walk out of their houses. Help me see that when " I want to do it I cant do it I need help I dont want help" rears its head inside, that its ok, because YOU can.
I've told parents before that I always learn more from the kids that I feel like I could ever teach them about God and his Love. Looks like this year will be no different.