Yesterday I got a call from a friend. I picked up the phone thinking she was calling about our girls’ field hockey team.
Nope. She helps out our youth pastor with the middle school Bible study class on Wednesday nights, but her son had a baseball game, so could Mr. B or I possibly fill in? Mr. B has done it before, but he was out of town. I mentally kicked myself for weaseling out of a meeting that would have given me a perfect excuse and agreed to do it.
BD was horrified. She is the type of kid who does not like her parents horning in on her space. “Don’t embarrass me! Don’t tell anyone what to do.”
Apparently, attendance numbers vary pretty widely, and when there are a lot of kids they split out the boys and the girls. Which would have left me leading the the girls’ study all by myself. Trying, of course, not to tell anyone what to do.
Fortunately, only six kids showed up. I sat in on their conversation (even speaking up occasionally) while the youth pastor finished up a phone call. He then proposed that we go do the study at Dairy Queen. Between bites of my Blizzard, I managed a few comments. When we got back to church, we hung around chatting in the parking lot till all the kids had been picked up.
When we got home, I told BD that I hoped I hadn’t embarrassed her too much.
“You didn’t embarrass me at all. In fact, I wouldn’t mind if you did it again sometime.”
So tell me: do I still look like I’m in shock?
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See, we’re not always embarassing! In fact, we can be down right cool sometimes! Good thing you had that blizzard to eat though, cause otherwise you just might have said something stupid! hehe!
You must be a cool mom and that was neat to do it from The DQ!