Funny Feeling

Last night I got that funny feeling and I must admit I didn't really like it. Maybe you've experienced it before, maybe you're used to it, or maybe you will face it in the future. Those of you who are parents have surely been plagued by it at one time or another.

Looking back, I guess last night wasn't the first time I got the funny feeling. The first time was when I dropped Gavin off at the church nursery for the first time - at seven weeks of age. I could hardly concentrate on the sermon and I kept the pager in my hands the whole time. I think I might have even teared up a little.

Last night, I definitely had it as I dropped Gavin off at AWANA. Dropped probably wouldn't quite be the word since Jason and I were in the building the whole time, but who's getting technical. Now he's been going to this church since he was four and a half months old, mind you, but this is different. I think part of it was the look he had on his face. AWANA is for big kids, and as he told me, he's a little kid. Even one of the workers said he looked nervous. That didn't really help. I dutifully registered him, put on his name tag, and escorted him to his appropriate pew, realizing I had forgotten our camera (yes, I wanted to take pictures of his first AWANA night). I did relatively well, I think. I only checked on him a couple times (w/o him knowing it) and the only suggestion I made was that it might be beneficial to have potty time for the Cubbies. The point was well taken and I was glad to see Gavin was later than the others for council time because he had stopped off at the restroom.

When I "picked" Gavin up, his countenance had changed. He was back to his, "I know what's going on around here" look. He had the paper they had worked on and his little beginning pamphlet. He was quite proud of himself and his big boy status (I guess he doesn't consider himself a little kid any more.). He told us he had a fun time, said one his newly learned verses, and even told us later the girls (there are three and he was the only boy) are pretty. Well, he clarified it was a pretty shirt. Relief. As I was looking over the materials and book this morning, he told me he wanted to "do that" so I know he's hooked.

I suppose I should get used to that funny feeling because I'm sure they're only going to increase in number from here. So while Gavin, and later Peyton, take these "growing up" steps, I guess I'll be growing too.