Otherwise known as "MOPS" (Mothers Of Pre-Schoolers)
Today I'm helping with the 4 & 5 year olds, so more like Sunday School, less like carrying crying babies around for 2 hours while their mother's get a (albeit short) break.
I requested older children today, because my shoulders have been bothering me quite a lot, and I'm not sure that I could handle the carrying today.
I think it should be fun.
The last time I entertained little ones I knew I had been successful when the talking child slipped up and called me "Grandma". I think her Mom was a little embarrassed, but I took it as a compliment and confirmation that I was on the right track.
I mean, sheesh! By the time my Mother was my age, she had 3 for real grandchildren, and by the end of the next year she had 3 more!
Perspective.
Oops! Only 15 minutes to do something with my hair.
Don't want to scare the little tykes... although it might go with the lesson on dealing with fear...
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