Thursday, October 1, 2009

Awana

On Wednesday nights I volunteer helping out with something called Awana at my church. It's sort of like youth group for little kids. It makes me feel nostalgic because I myself used to attend Awana as a youth. Every Wednesday night I would say to my neighborhood friend(s), "Can't play tonight, I have to go to Awana." Then they would say, "What? You're going to marijuana?!" and laugh really hard. I would laugh too although I had no idea what they were talking about. I was home-schooled.

I help out with a group called the Cubbies. They range in age from 3 to 5. The name fits well because they are all cute as buttons. They come into the Cubby class to hear a story, play games and receive stickers for Bible verses they've memorized. Also, as of tonight they participate in a pretty lengthy name calling session (to me exclusively). I think I was berated as a "giggle belly," a "baseball hitter," and an "elephant." I try to pretend that last one was directed toward my lengthy eyelashes and not my girth.

My favorite part of the whole evening is when kids who haven't memorized their verse try to "wing it." I say, "Do you know your Bible verse?" Then they just stare. Then I say, "It's Genesis 1:1.... it starts with 'God created'...." This is when I see the light bulb go off in their head and they say, "God created toys and spiderman and my mom and dad...." I think that still deserves a sticker but I stick to the curriculum.

Spending time with these little ones has really made me thankful that we are getting our parenting feet wet with a little boy. Both Joel and I have grown up with brothers so we both feel more confident about raising a male human. I generally find that little boys are quite rambunctious while little girls tend to wear their emotions on their sleeves. I still haven't figured out how a child can go from happy in one moment to hysterically crying within the blink of an eye. I usually don't know what to do so I pretend I hear my name being called. "What?" I say. "Yeah, I'll be right there.....*to crying four-year-old* sorry, I've gotta go...someone needs me on the other side of the room." Usually a couple seconds later she returns to her euphoric little girl state so I don't feel too terrible about abandoning her during her crisis. As I am reading this, I realize I wont be writing a parenting book anytime soon.

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  1. Hi Lizzy, My name is Kim Anderson and I work at Awana headquarters. I just read your blog post and loved hearing about your Awana experience as a child and now as a leader. I'd like to hear more of your story. I'm a Web copywriter at Awana and I have the privilege of talking with people to hear how God has and is using the ministry of Awana in peoples' lives. Feel free to contact me when it's convenient for you!
    Blessings,
    Kim Anderson
    kima@awana.org

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