Souped up

There was a time when I considered myself to be poised, fairly filled with self-worth and not likely to be embarrassed in public.  Of course that was before having children.

As you may know our congregation was split into two about a year ago.  We went off to the new, more modern one and my mom stayed in the more conservative one.  Wouter used to play in the band of the old church and was asked to help them out today.  This morning at 09:00 we showed up for the service at the old church – my mom, Boeta, Carien and I.  Wouter went earlier to get set up.  The band usually sits in the front row so we joined Wouter in the very front of the church.  I wasn’t worried about the children acting up – they are very well behaved in church.

What I didn’t count on was the new minister doing a hand puppet show for the kids at the start of every service…

He called all the children forward to sit on the floor and he stood with them with his hand puppet.  I know from experience that my children sees the puppet as a wholly different person.  I never realised it until Annelize, the play therapist, and her puppet came into our lives.  Carien sincerely dislikes it when the puppet is not “alive” and insists on there being a hand in it.

Either way, the minister and the puppet were speaking about why one shouldn’t come to church for socialising but rather for worship and for being in the presence of God.  This was the pre-amble for the announcement that there would be soup for everyone afterwards for a bit of intra-congregational socialising. 

Unfortunately Carien made it halfway through the soup-talk before crying “Mommy!!” and looking around anxiously to find me.

The minister stops talking.

The congregation are craning to see what is happening on the floor.

I surreptitiously wave to her and indicate that she should come to me.

Carien starts crying.

I get up to fetch her. 

She gets up and exclaims (loudly – it is the only way my children know):  Ek hou nie van sop nie!  (I don’t like soup!)

The minister is laughing.  The congregation is laughing.  I am walking the never ending mile to our seats and I am laughing.  Meanwhile Carien is clinging to me like a baby monkey to its mother.

When everyone finally quiets down the minister says:  “I will be available afterwards for counseling for those traumatised during the service”.  Whereupon I started laughing again.  Carien was very traumatised.  She is such a big girl in so many ways but such a baby in others.

Tomorrow is a big day.  Woutertjie is returning to playschool and Carien is starting.  When I fetched Boeta from his last day of school in 2008 I really didn’t expect that this day would be a year and a half later.  They are so excited.  Carien more than Boeta – he seems a bit worried.  I’m sure he will be fine though.

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6 Responses

  1. Wil net sê die Hasie Kalbassie maatjies is net so opgewonde oor Woutertjie se terug keer. Hulle het almal baie getrou vir hom gebid.

  2. Wow, a big day today! Good luck! And at least the minister has a sense of humour.

  3. lol! En hoe moet kinders nou ook so teenstrydige boodskap verstaan?

    Hoop als gaan goed by die skool – en onthou asb wat ek gesê het van skole en siektes…hou daai vitamien C gereed.

  4. Hahaha!!! Go Carienjie! 🙂

  5. I hope you’re going to blog about the first day back and first day IMMEDIATELY! I’m so excited to read! 🙂

  6. Ai, maar ek het nou lekker gelag! Sy’s kostelik! Hoop vandag het goed afgeloop!

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