I woke up this morning, sore all over. What?! Why? the grands had gone home on Saturday, so why was I so achy, I asked myself?
As I pondered my sore back and legs, I remembered that yesterday we had volunteered for nursery duty at church. Ah, ha! That explained it.
During our time in the nursery, we’d spent ninety minutes playing hide and seek, and singing songs, and doing yoga, ballet, and exercises of various types. We’d washed farm animals on the floor and sang more songs, and did a spa day, which included all kinds of things to beautify our little ladies.
We’d read books, climbed on furniture, and built towers with Legos before smashing them down again. We sawed things and hammered other things, and organized and rocked, and looked out the windows, and sang some more, before cleaning up everything and getting ready to greet mommy and daddy once more.
All this we did with the help of a bevy of babes more precious than gold.
Last week I had a lot to say about the lack of help in church nurseries. You can read about that here. Today, I want to say how much fun I had with five little girls in the nursery over the weekend. Much of the fun of that time is due to my sister-in-law, who is amazing with the wee ones. She doesn’t have any grandchildren yet, but I hope she gets some eventually. She would make a terrific granny.
As we played with the girls in the nursery yesterday, I was reminded that play is learning, and learning is growth; that mentoring is fun, and imaginations are incredible gifts from God, and that I was privileged to be a part of all God had planned for these tiny wonders on one Sunday afternoon. Each girl is a part of His creation and each one displays His majesty in her speech, her thoughts, her actions, and her love. Most amazing of all, the girls did not fight or cry for one minute out of that whole ninety. Isn’t God good?!
When was the last time you volunteered for nursery duty? What was the most fun you had during your experience?