previously posted in 2012 – Munchkin #2 was 4
Well, the big day had arrived! The first performance of the preschool choir (aka The Cherub Choir) in the history of my church was to commence and I was to direct them. These four and five year-olds had been preparing for months and were pumped to sing for the church on Sunday; and if you have them motivated that is 80% of the battle. The rest is … just singing.
The nice part of having a preschool choir is that no matter what, they are going to be cute. Just the walking up to the front of the altar in their favorite outfits and the hand waving to their parents is enough to make you take a bow, say thanks and head home. And right on cue they started grinning and waving, and pulling at clothing and picking various bodily crevices. Great stuff!
So they get through the song and there is applause and laughter. Not bad for our first time out! I just figured people were laughing because the kids were so darling that they were filled with joy and that was their release.
However, that was not the case.
As I was cueing the guitarist to finish the last song, on the other side of the choir a little dancing was going on. One of my students was shaking her bootie in quite a noticeable manner.
Guess whose kid it was? Yep. Mine! Munchkin #2. She felt the rhythm and couldn’t control her hips.
I am soooo doomed.
After the songs are completed, the children go back to their parents to finish the service. Afterwards one of the Reverends, a male who was wearing a long white robe – came up to congratulate my children (the one’s I gave birth to) on a job well done. It was also at this time, that I was informed by the clergy that my daughter could “really shake it.”
Is that a rock over there?
May I climb under you?
This wasn’t the “dinger” though. My daughter started dancing again and the Reverend lifted the hem of his robe and did a dance similar to a low-key Rockette’s kickline. It was actually very cute and a bonding moment with my child in church can’t help. He was making her church experience enjoyable.
Then it happened…my darling cherub shook her head back and forth at him and disapprovingly said, “Oh, Jesus!” When I awoke from unconsciousness, I stared at all persons surrounding us to see who had heard her.
No one. Praise God, we were in the clear!
It is one thing to get in trouble in school, but to take the Lord’s name in vain in FRONT of the Reverend, is way too much for this Mama. I knew I was partially to blame for when my kids do something squirrely, I shake my head in the same fashion and say, “Oh, Munchkin #…” My little squirrel didn’t fall far from the nut!
A few minutes later I finally got it. M2 wasn’t swearing in front of the altar but truly believed the male Reverend was the real Jesus. The white, flowing robe, the glasses, the balding head, old guy – totally could see how she would mix those two up. Oh, well I cut her a break. She was four!
After my heart started beating again, I decided the story was precious, instead of devastating. It was either that or sprint out the vestry doors, leaving my family to fend for themselves.
I haven’t corrected Munchkin #2 yet because I don’t want her to be embarrassed; but we will have a discussion in the near future about who is who in the church and when and where it’s appropriate to gyrate your hips.
Update: Two years later, at our new church Munchkin #2 had another singing performance. I had forgotten about the Elvis situation, so I was prepared to watch my sweet girl sing praises. This is what we saw…