When Sarah was in 3rd grade her bus driver loved listening to the Oldies on the radio station. Sarah came home off the bus singing phrases like “Stop! …Think it oh-oh-ver!” Or, “You ain’t nothing but a Hound dog!” We would sing along with her excited that she was trying to communicate in her own way. She thought she was funny and would say “Stop!” over and over again.
Mother’s Day that year we joined David’s Mom at her church. Her church only had childcare for children age 2 and under, but I was prepared. I packed a bag filled with Bible word searches, coloring pages, and activities sheets. All I needed was a flannel graph board and I could have held my own Sunday School class in our pew! 🙂 I was ready for anything… so I thought.
As we sat down, we tried to sit as much in the back as we could and David and I sat as bookends between our kids to try to control the environment. As the organist played the prelude, the music swelled and filled the sanctuary; I began to take out items out of my bag to hand them to the children. The organ stopped, yet you could still feel the vibration of the music against your chest. The sanctuary was quiet and reflective. The church was ready for the worship service to begin.
Seizing this moment, Sarah at the top of her lungs sang out, “Doctor, Doctor give me the news…” I was still bent over looking in the bag for colored pencils and I quickly sat up to cover her mouth. David on the other end thought the same thing and lunged over the other three children to try to stop her. What a sight for the people in the rows behind us! As I tried to whisk her out of the sanctuary with my hand still covering her mouth, she struggled with me to pull down my hand to belt out and finish the last phrase of “bad case of loving you!” before I could push open the double doors and get her out of there.
It was a Mother’s Day I will never forget and also perhaps for the good people at St. Michael’s Lutheran!
Psalm 19:14, “May the words of my mouth and the mediations of my heart, be pleasing in Your sight, O LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.”
Growing up my Mom would say to me, “Garbage in, garbage out, Jill” as a reminder I needed to be careful of what I see and hear. What goes in is bound to affect my thoughts and come out in my words and actions. Now, as I remind my kids of “Garbage in, garbage out”, thanks to Sarah’s “Doctor, doctor”, I have another life lesson of what goes in, will come out…sometimes at the worst, most inopportune times!