Help from an 8 Year Old

My first gig as a teacher was as a girls leader at my home church.  I taught a group of 6-8 year old girls. I'm pretty sure I've written before that my stint as the leader taught me one thing very quickly: I'm called to be a teacher of adults, not kids. My time as the teacher of the teenagers' Sunday School definitely drove home that lesson. But I digress. Let's just say that the one hour per week allotted for the meetings was the longest hour of my life.

To be sure, there were fun times as well. I loved all the crafts and games crafted to reinforce each week's lesson in the girls' memories. The funny things the girls said and did were a highlight and always good for giggles.

One of my favorite times to recall was the time I was teaching the girls about church government and the leaders we had in our own church. I was quizzing my daughter, Elissa, who was one of my students, on church leaders.  I asked her what the pastor's job was in the church. She said the pastor was responsible to preach God's word to us, pray for us and visit us when we were in the hospital.  Then I asked how she could help the Pastor.

I was hoping she would say she could pray for him.

Instead, my child replied solemnly, "I could give him advice."

To this day, I get tickled whenever I envision Bro. Hester picking up the phone and saying, "I better call Elissa and see what she thinks before I do anything."

This post was written in response to Writer's Workshop prompt 5.) Something funny your child said. If you'd like to join in, you could link up at Kat's blog, Mama's Losin' It.