I am the blessed mother
Of two aged under three
My beauties and my heartbeats
The very best of me
My days are filled with finger paints,
sloppy kisses, sticky hugs
With tantrums, pouting, storm clouds
‘Time outs’ and surly shrugs
I embrace the work I have
of shaping little people
But Lord knows I need that Sabbath rest
And the building with the steeple!
So off to Sabbath school we go
Dressed in our Sabbath best
For a weekly dose of the fellowship
And a little Sabbath rest
Church time comes and I scan the pews
I pick so carefully
For seats that are most suitable
For my two aged under three
The singing starts, my two do well
They sing along with glee
They don’t quite know all the words
But that doesn’t bother me
They put their offering in the bag
And settle for the speaker
But this, my gentle reader,
Is where the story’s somewhat bleaker!
My toddler starts to wriggle,
He’s about to sprint the mile!
For a kind church member
Is waving down the aisle!
Firmly planted on my lap
He quiets for a bit
Then starts to chortle and to wriggle
This child just will not sit!
I look around and find out how
My babe’s attention has been captured
Someone’s playing peek-a-boo
And young Billy’s quite enraptured!
I smile (somewhat thinly)
and turn my boy around,
Direct my attention to the speaker
And seek the message to be found
The calm is short lived at best
Madame two begins to giggle
The peek-a-boo culprit moved on
And is causing her jiggle
A stern word from Dad turns her back
To her colouring book for now
But not before someone else
Throws us a nasty scowl
I sigh and read the Bible
over my Beloved’s shoulder
Is it my imagination
Or am I feeling somewhat older?
Someone leans over the back of the pew
And hands my son some paper
Gleefully he rips it up!
He thinks it’s quite a caper!
The noise cuts right through the prayer time
And, feeling less than happy,
I take him to the cry room
To remove the paper and change a nappy
I listen hard to hear the word
As I complete his ablation
But someone else tries to engage me
In a conversation!
Politely I extract myself
and mutter up a prayer
I gird my loins and ready my heart
And head back into ‘there’
As I head in I see my Love
March Madame two right out
I hear the smack which is followed by
A Madame two sized shout
I suspect the peek-a-boo Culprit
incited riot and flack
Poor Madame two gets the consequence
Peek-a-boo should have got that smack
We settle as a family,
to hear the speaker speak
Madame two is happy
And Mr Toddler starts to sleep!
Just in time for benediction
And the final hymn
Oh well, I s’pose the Lord knows
We came to visit with Him!
So, dear reader, if this tale
Is to subtle and restrained,
I will make it clearer to you,
Put it in words quite plain!
Please don’t play with my children
When the Word is being read!
As a Child of God I need His Word
I need my daily Bread.
And I want to teach them to respect
The worship needs of others
To sit and be obedient
Especially to their mother!
Please lead by your example
And direct your attention on high.
There will be plenty of time for peek-a-boo
When we meet Jesus in the sky!