Today, for the first time, Henry went to Sunday School class. It was the real thing. A room on the lower level for preschoolers to sing songs, glue construction paper and wear name tags. This was a big deal for me. Henry cannot sit still in church but he's too big to go to the nursery. This preK class was the place for him. BUT he's never been in a classroom setting without me. He's great with other kids (and adults) but still...this was a church. And we operate under Murphy's Law around here. Can you imagine what I was imagining as I lay awake last night thinking about this new venture? I'm happy (actually beaming with pride) to report that all went well.
Afterwards I told as many people as I could that it was his first Sunday School class and how proud I was of him. They just smiled politely and moved on to the coffee and cookie line. I guess this is not such a huge milestone for most families. But as a single mom by choice, I don't take simple things, like finding a welcoming church, for granted.
I was so excited, I took a picture of Henry standing outside his classroom. This is where it would go if I could upload it from my cell phone. I really hope I figure this new one out before he goes to kindergarten.