Gonna Say Yes to VBS

Now that I'm 36 (almost 37, oh dear!) I've learned a lot of things about myself. One of those, is that I never get emotional at the right moment.

Standing at the door of the sanctuary, ready to walk down the aisle and marry the most wonderful man ever.....nothing.

Holding my first (second or third) baby in my arms only minutes old and seeing their sweet face....nada

Those moments just don't affect me for some reason. It was at the wedding rehearsal the night before when I looked across the room at Spencer talking to someone that I got a little teary. Or 3 weeks later when I was up at 2 a.m. rocking a baby that I felt gushy on the inside.

My untimed emotions also apply to anger and joy. If I were to win the lottery or someone was to call me a good for nothin' blankety blank - I would most likely handle the moment with great composure. And then 12 hours later I would be doing the happy dance in my front yard or creating horrible blankety blank come backs in my head.

So I'm not sure what it is about VBS songs that get me EVERY year. Perhaps it is connected to that very first Sunday that I sat in church watching the VBS kids sing their songs. That year, little Easton was barely a year old and still in the church nursery. I remember thinking that my kids would be up there one year and I got a little weepy. Maybe it's because I remember when I went to VBS? Who knows. But every year...I have trouble getting through the Sunday morning performance. And if you're not familiar with VBS songs, they're not exactly built for weeping. They're quite humorous actually.

The last several years I've been a teacher at VBS but not been able to go to the Opening Assembly (where songs are sung!). This year the schedule changed, and I was there.

Monday - children singing (I can't even see my own kids, by the way)....I get that weird feeling in my chest.
Tuesday - children singing.....rapid blinking....what is wrong with me?
Wednesday - music leaders dressed up in crazy costume, ABC song is a rap no less....I almost have to sit down because I can't hold it together.

It's the weirdest thing. Today I was having a great time and I glanced around halfway through the song and actually thought to myself, "Oh good! I'm not weepy!" And then I looked at one of my fellow teachers (a mom) and across the aisle saw her teenage daughter and I had to start rapid blinking maneuvers.

Good Grief.