My daughter and I visited a new church for the second time today. The first time, she went right into the kid’s program with zero hesitation. Today, she clung to my arm until I actually entered the kindergarten classroom. At that point, she released my arm and remained just outside and around the corner, which left me standing there, childless, in a room full of tiny tables and chairs.
Once the both of us were comfortably seated in the sanctuary, (comfortably meaning my rear end was straddling 2 chairs so that my lap could accommodate all 3 feet and 10 inches of my soon to be 6 year old without bumping either of our neighbors) we listened to the church announcements. In one announcement, they were seeking volunteers to make casseroles for foster families.
May Lee leans over and whispers, “We should ask Nana to make a casserole.”
“I can make a casserole.” I say in reply.
“Oh,” my child says in confusion and disbelief. I’m pretty sure she’s going to ask Nana if it’s true that her mother can make a casserole, and regardless of the answer she receives, continue to ask her Nana to make a casserole.
During the sermon, the pastor spoke a little bit about Lent, which is not a faith tradition that I have ever learned much about or practiced before, but I’m coming to see the usefulness of such a tradition in spiritual growth.
Upon returning home, we dined on a very traditional Sunday lunch of macaroni and cheese shaped like the characters from Trolls and some warmed up green beans. I pretended it was pot roast with potatoes and carrots. May Lee and I talked about church, Lent, and Easter. We talked a little bit about what Lent is, and I mentioned that I was thinking about giving up unhealthy food for Lent. Without missing a beat, she said “I think I’m going to give up….”
I interrupted her at this point, because I was startled by her eagerness to jump in, “You want to give up something for Lent too?!”
“Yes. I am going to give up trying to look so pretty all time. Trying to be all fancy.” she replied.
I was stunned. I really didn’t even know how to respond. Her response seemed wise beyond her years, and part of me felt really proud of that. The other part of me died a little inside that at not even 6 years old she is already struggling with the appearance thing.
“And I’m going to add exercising a little bit,” she said, finalizing her ideas for Lent. Which again, left me rather speechless as she is rather vocal about her disdain for exercise and how she finds it highly fatiguing.
“Well,” I said, “I think I’ll join you in adding exercise for 40 days. You know, Lent starts on your birthday.”
Her eyes grew wide. “It starts on my birthday?!”
I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes, thinking about the cake, ice cream, and candy involved with birthdays.
I leaned over and whispered, “Maybe you and I will start our 40 days on March 2nd”.
She grinned up at me in agreement and with relief all over her face.
So, I guess we are now a family that celebrates Lent….in one form or another. This year will certainly be an educational experience for us both.