I have been asked by every church I attend to teach Sunday school. As much as I appreciate the compliment or (and more likely) their desperation to find someone to care for their children, I am not cut out for a Sunday school teacher. Entertaining 10 two and three year old children, breaking up fights, comforting the inconsolable child or worse three children who only wants his mothers. No, I can see myself stifling my own tears for their mothers while my nerves begin pulling apart as the noise builds and chaos tears away the small amount of sanity I have left, after caring for my own two tyrants all week. But I said, “yes”. I said, “yes”. Why in the world did I say, “yes”? I must have been having a good day or again ( and more likely) I was so far gone that my dilusional mind said yes? Whatever happened I said, “yes”. What am I going to do? I have been asking myself for three months now, Switch churches? I might have but my kids, they really like Sunday school, I really like sending them toSunday school. Oh, I should teach Sunday school. “What am I going to do?”
It finally dawned on me.
So I e-mailed that I could not do it.
“I have been thinking about my involvement in Sunday school for a long time
now. And every time I think about it I break out in cold sweats. This is the thing, for as long as I can remember I have been told I should work with children, “be a day care worker,” my guidance counselor said, “teach Sunday School” my husband says and every church I go to asks. The thing is I am not gifted in child care; taking charge of large groups of kids is my idea of torture. I know that it is not alway’s about what we are gifted with but I promise you I am not the right person for the job. I am a good mom, learning to be a better mom everyday, and a decent wife; I am not a Sunday school teacher as much as I would love to be.
I can not even fill out the application well. One of the questions is, “why
do you want to be involved in the children’s ministry?” …Guilt. That is
the only answer I can come up with. I have tried to come up with a better reason and remain honest but I can’t. I could probably suffer through one Sunday a month except that I am suffering through 8 more grueling months of living with a masters student; who by the way, has had two day’s off since the middle of November. He couldn’t even take Christmas off and worked 3 hours that day.
……. I am sorry, I can’t do Sunday school. I will help out on Sunday as
planned but please take me off the schedule after that,
Why do I feel so awful? “Why do I have to be so dramatic? Oh, that was an awful e-mail mabey I should switch churches so I don’t have to face her again. What is worse; quiting, my e-mail or just sucking up and doing Sunday School? ” Blah, I thought I was supposed to feel relieved. Have you ever said, “yes” before thinking it through or changed your mind after committing to something? What did you do?
This just in..For those stayed with me through my conscience rammblings. I just recieved in the mail the goods to my first give away. I will post the details tomorrow b/c I don’t have my camara this afternoon. My scholar has it take pictures of his four eyed fish he found in a batch he is studying. So check back you don’t want to miss this.