Happy Meal?
This morning one of our three-year old preschoolers was in my office crying. She missed her Mom and Dad. I gave her a hug and tried to be positive, but she wasn’t having any of it. As I have before, I told her that if her parents don’t come to pick her up, then I will take her to McDonald’s for a happy meal. Her response this morning was that she wants her Mom and Dad to buy her a happy meal. I can’t promise that. She left my office in tears still and went back to her class. I think she’s fine now.
Every morning, my daughter tells me that she hates school and doesn’t want to go. Every afternoon when I pick her up, she tells me that she loves Kindergarten. It drives me crazy.
Sometimes it is hard to just do what we don’t want to do. But often when we take that step, we’re OK. We might be better than OK. This past Sunday we started a new schedule. Youth at 4 followed by worship at 5:30. When I was leaving my house on Sunday afternoon, I couldn’t help but think back to the time that we decided to move our weekly youth meeting from Sunday to Wednesday afternoons and how happy we all were. It was so nice to go home after the busy morning and not have to come back. And here we are, coming back on Sunday afternoons again. But you know what, it was great. We had about 20 youth here – not bad for a first meeting of the year at a new time – and almost 100 at worship – also not bad for a new service at a new time. Once people started arriving, I was fine and almost forgot that it was Sunday afternoon. I enjoyed the new service and look forward to worshipping at this new time.
On Sunday, I will probably start dragging my heals again when it is time to head back up to church, but I’m sure that once I get here, I’ll be OK. I probably won’t even need a happy meal.