My Sunday

I have been helping with religious education for the little ones this year. I have always loved working with the young kids. Until recently, I did child care for the Sunday morning church services, but now I am, as I say, helping with religious ed. One of the things we are attempting to teach four-years olds is a few songs. The main teacher (Christy) doesn't want to do this herself. My opinion, she probably sings better than she thinks she does, but I admit that I have never heard her sing. No one else, including her teenaged daughter, wants to lead/teach songs either. So, just because I am willing to stick my neck out, I got the job.

Now, I can carry a tune reasonably well, if it is simple. And all the songs we would use for four-year olds qualify. My range is very limited - years ago, it was considerably larger. Now I have to be really careful what note I start on, or I will be struggling with a high note or a low note. Don't know which is worse. Not to mention not doing a good job with breathing in the right places. But I at least make an attempt. I said to Christy today, if I am the best you have when it comes to teaching songs, you are in really bad shape. Bless her heart, she assured me I was wonderful. Ah well, I console myself with the fact that four-year olds really can't tell the difference between good singing and bad singing.

And I am still enjoying working with the kids. They are so sweet (even when they tell me I am old!). So I had fun today....even when I tried to quickly lift my mask to gulp down some coffee and spilled it down my front, wearing a white shirt, and inside the mask! My ds saw me afterwards and asked me if I knew there were brown stains on my shirt. What do you know, I did! I guess he thought I was heading out to church in a stained shirt and didn't even notice. Kids (even thirty year old ones, I guess)!!!!!