We've been looking for a new church. It's a decision that we've been wrestling with for some time. It's always difficult, but one thing that helps is that our children are willing to separate and outgoing enough not to mind going to a new class with total strangers. By the time I was in upper elementary school as Amanda is, I did not like visiting a class at my grandmother's church, but she doesn't mind. However, even if she thinks church was okay, she still usually maintains, "I want to go to our old church with my friends."
This morning as we were going for our third visit to a church, we heard that familiar refrain. I tried to give her some encouragement and advice:
"Since you're going to Sunday School now, I'm sure you'll get to know people. We just have to keep coming and give you more opportunities to make friends."
"But it's mostly boys--only a few girls, and most of them are in third grade. . . . " she wailed, forgetting that since she is one of the youngest fourth graders, she is closer in age to many third graders than the older fourth graders, and that in fact a couple of her close friends are in the third grade.
"You only went to that class once. There may even be new people there today," I continued hopefully.
"Yeah, and no hitting--boys or girls," Kyle interjected.
Sounds like those little chats on the way to preschool about how we treat our friends are at least sticking somewhere. I'm glad that he's willing to share all that sage advice I'm doling out.