More than a Blogophilia Write, A visit to a child’s world

The writer’s challenge this week is writer’s choice. How about that for a reason to go ahead and write about this morning’s grand adventure with the kids in the nursery. I didn’t really need an excuse, I was bursting at the seams to share anyway.

The nursery at church is divided into bed babies and two and three year old children. I volunteer for the two and three year old group because of the interaction. Today, there was plenty of that, trust me.

It started out with only twin brothers, then one who wasn’t sure of what he was being left in and then the final young man who came in willingly but quietly. The twins working together got the unsure one calmed and soon this controlled mayhem began. Controlled because the room is only so big, and the toys now limited to what can be cleaned easily.

The morning started out watching a race between dump trucks making laps around the table. The twins evenly matched in speed and stamina. The quiet one was discovering the work bench and in search of a missing hammer. The unsure one, was quietly seeing just how many pretend foods would fit into the scoop of the front end loader he was pushing across the floor.

From there me and the other volunteer discovered that cows and pigs can actually fly while sheep have an extraordinary jumping ability. Toy sheep also make a sound that is a cross between a baaaa and a lion’s roar.

Until today, I had forgotten that hotdogs are the secret ingredient to tomato sandwiches, while I did recall that chips taste amazing with cupcakes. Tape measures work better after spending time in an oven and one must always remember to wash their hands, even in pretend times.

All of the above was fun. All of the above was a joy to see in action. But even the discussion of dinosaurs crossing the field behind the church had nothing on what happened next.

Immediately after the twins finished their next race around the table, this time as a cheetah and a lion, I suddenly became the prey.

While innocently standing near the center of the room, suddenly the eyes of the wild beasts turned to me. I found myself being mauled by a cheetah. The growls fierce and frightening. Before I could call for help, the lion was there. I was in dire straits. I wondered aloud where was Tarzan? Where was help when it was so badly needed? All the while the cheetah and lion clawed at my legs. I called out, where was Cheeta, partner to Tarzan, I knew he would get him for me. Even my weak attempt at the call Tarzan was famous for, did not bring him to my rescue. Suddenly from the corner of the room, I heard, “I’ll save you” the quiet one had come to my rescue. Carefully and firmly he pulled me away from the claws of the cheetah and lion. They growls of rage and disappointment loud and long. Still, I was saved.

Then, just as quickly, the wild animals of the jungle disappeared and they all wanted to color. To be able to do that, the room had to be cleaned and the toys collected. Within moments, it was accomplished and all four boys were sitting at the table waiting. Pages were distributed, a container of crayons poured onto the table to be shared and the only words heard afterward were, “I need a green” or “This color is bent”.

Soon each child was collected by family and the room was quiet. The one in charge was waiting to be able to sanitize the chairs and table, leaving the cleaning of the toys for tomorrow. Exiting the building my heart was smiling. Peter Pan, I think that there is a part of us, that really never grows up. There is a part of us, that longs for and enjoys the moments when we get to play again. And that’s my happy thought.

Topic: A child’s World

challenges: a movie quote. Members of the feline family.

Here is the link to the writer’s group here on wordpress.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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11 Responses to More than a Blogophilia Write, A visit to a child’s world

  1. I really loved all the delightful ways we got to see through the children’s eyes. What a heartwarming story. ❤

  2. Kids are just great and so much fun. Sounds like a perfect morning. 8 points Earthling

  3. Sounds like a delightful way to spend a morning. As a former teacher, of course I love kids. And that is a cute age that you chose to watch. 🙂

  4. falcon1974 says:

    I caught myself smiling at this. Such a delightful read Rebecca.

  5. Sounds like an ideal morning. I used to have four of my 6 and under great grandchildren in the mornings. But now with the virus can’t have anyone over. And really miss those kids.

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