September 10, 2007
On a whim, I attended our district United Methodist Women’s Anual Day meeting yesterday in my hometown. I’m not usually big on attending district functions. They are usually really far away, and with the kids it’s difficult to carpool with anyone. Also, I’m not really good at talking to strangers or making new friends, and these things are usually held on the weekends, which is the only time my husband and I can be together due to our work schedules. However, I have a sneaking suspison that I am being primed to become our unit’s next president (officer elections are tonight), and eventually maybe even a district officer, so I thought it would be in my best interest to go and see what it was all about. The hubby was sick, so we weren’t doing anything else, so I decided at the last minute to go, and knowing that childcare was provided, I took the youngest with me to give the boys a break from each other.
I arrived and was escorted to the nursery by a very kind lady from the host church. My son took right up to playing with all the new toys, so I slipped out to the registration area, where refreshments were also provided. The other members attending from my church were district officers, and were required to attend a meeting at this time, so I kind of felt out of place, not really knowing anyone else, and most of the other women being alot older than me.
I can not begin to describe the blessings I recieved from the service. The speaker, our conference president, was wonderful. I also felt a sense of pride for our small unit, which has accomplished so much this year. We recieved recognition for being a Platinum Unit, a Rainbow Unit, the UMW’s highest honors, and for our participation in the reading program.
However, as interesting as it all was, I believe the hilight of my afternoon was being able to sit back and enjoy a service without my children. That may sound selfish, but consider this: I teach an average of 4 preschoolers in Sunday School each week, including my own, then I go to worship service, where I have my own 2 kids, and sometimes other people’s kids, crawling all over me throughout the hour. Even when they are behaving, my mind is on things like, “how long will this last”. I spend the service fetching books, crayons, toys and snacks from my monsterous diaper bag, and putting my hand over my kids mouths. I don’t even bother cracking the hymn book anymore, as I know it’s pointless.
Yesterday morning was particularly stressful, as my children were both in rather ornery moods, and could not be satisfied. Additionally, during one of the songs I had to take the oldest outside for a spanking, with him screaming the whole way out the door, “Don’t whip me” repeatedly. As you can imagine, I don’t get alot out of the service, and most weeks I wonder why I even came. I don’t attend an adult Sunday School class either, so I feel like I never get spiritually refreshed. Which is why UMW is so important to me. It gives me the opportunity to be with other Christian Women, and at many of the functions, at least on the district level, they provide childcare, allowing my mind to focus on the meeting, not on crayons, fruit snacks, or spankings.
And, by separating the boys for those few short hours they got along alot better last night! I guess we all just need a break from each other sometimes.