Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Taming the Class Clown

Enjoying the gorgeous spring weather. 

As we walked into Collin's preschool class, my eyes gravitated towards the chalkboard.  In big bubble letters were the words, "Welcome Moms to the Mother's Day Brunch."

My heart sank.  I forgot.  I glanced around the room suddenly very aware that all of the other moms were clad in pastel sweater sets and floral sundresses, the type of attire that screamed "respectable mom."  I, on the other hand, was wearing running clothes with my hair tossed back in a loose bun (the sort of hairdo that rode the line between chic and hobo).  Suddenly the tune, "One of these things is not like the other" flashed into my mind.  I was the other.

I couldn't run.  I had to stay.  I slicked back my greasy hair and pulled on a smile as I waltzed into the classroom, hand in hand with Collin. 

The teacher motioned us to the rug.  The moms snagged spots on the carpet and pulled children into laps.  Collin selected a seat next to his buddy Garrett.  I sat Indian style on the rug with Collin nestled into my lap.

The preschool teacher sang out the good morning song and announced the class helpers.  Collin was selected as the line leader.  He beamed as if he just won the Heisman trophy.

Circle time started to get long.  We ran through the seasons, colors, shapes, alphabet, days of the weeks, and....  (We may have even hit on the Periodic table, I don't remember in the mass of information thrown at the kids.) As circle time continued, I noticed Collin getting antsy.  That's when Collin and his cohort Garrett (also the fourth son out of four boys) decided to liven it up a bit.  They added their own flair to "Five Little Ducks" and improvised "The Birthday Song."  There I sat holding the class clown, mortified by his hysterics.

During this commotion, I noticed the mom next to me continually reprimanding her daughter.  The little girl was curled up in her mother's lap with her thumb plugged into her mouth.

"Don't you want to be a big girl and pull your thumb out of your mouth," she pleaded.

"Nobody else has their thumbs in their mouth," she noted.

"You can't sing with your thumb in your mouth," she whined.

I shifted my gaze between the class clown and the sweet thumb sucker and for just a minute I was jealous.  What I wouldn't give for the quiet, sedate thumbsucker!

I left the Mother's Day celebration a little worn out.

Later that day, I heard someone mention Psalm 139.  Unfamiliar with that passage, I flipped open my Bible and read through the words.  I stumbled upon the following verse:

"For you created my innermost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb.  I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made."

That spoke to me.  It reminded me that God didn't make a mistake.   He purposely gifted me with the class clown.  I wasn't meant to raise the docile thumbsucker.  Now it's up to me to tame him.

1 comment:

  1. Hi I'm Heather! Please email me when you get a chance, I have a question about your blog! LifesABanquet1(at)