Hannah and Nathaniel love going to Church and I enjoy being able to take them and focus on God while they play happily. Unfortunately, this Sunday things weren’t as relaxed as they might have been.
As I’ve said before in my post on Church in Telford, there is a big blue mat for the younger children to play on while the service takes place. So far, this has worked well and I’ve sat next to the mat to keep an eye on Nathaniel and Alex while listening to the service. However, this week Nathaniel had other ideas during the sermon.
First, he decided to tip all of the toys from the box onto the floor, making quite a noise as you can imagine. Then he stole the car that Alex was holding out of his hands before placing it under the upturned box. Alex started to cry and I got up to deal with the situation before Alex had a meltdown and disturbed the service even further.
On seeing my bottom move from the chair, Nathaniel grinned mischievously and decided to run, pushing the upturned box with the car still underneath, in front of him. The noise from the box scraping the floor was bad enough, but add in Alex’s crying and hysterical laughter from Nathaniel, and you were struggling to hear the sermon.
As Nathaniel ran around the outside of the congregation, he became aware as I did, that I wasn’t able to catch him as the chairs were set up in a square and he was on the opposite side to me – whichever way I went, he simply turned and went the other. The glint in his eyes told me that he was thoroughly enjoying this game while I was dying inside from embarrassment as everyone watched.
Just when I was beginning to think that this would never end, a woman stood up in one corner to block him going that way so he turned and ran back down towards the front, at which point the church minister (who was preaching) bent down, scooped him up and passed him to me. Nathaniel was completely unfazed and still laughing very loudly while I wanted to disappear, so I took him outside so we could both compose ourselves.
After the service, I apologised to all those I could manage to speak to, including our minister. Several women commented that he had a beautiful joyous laugh and the minister said not to worry at all. Nobody made me feel uncomfortable about the episode or that I was a terrible mother who had out of control children. The only one who made me feel like that was myself.
Still, it could have been worse. He could have done what he did when his Grandparents visited the day before – repeating, “Willy, willy, willy…” continuously while sticking his penis out from his jeans and running around waving it. I am not sure that everyone would have been so kind if that had happened.
And in the car on the way home, piped up a little voice, “Can we go to church every day, Mummy? I love it there.” Fortunately, I do too as the people are so kind and caring, so we will go again, but only on a Sunday.