There are days that will test the patience of any Goddess. This is true even for those of us who are only training to be a Goddess. It’s difficult living amongst the mortals. Dealing with people who just refuse to get what you’re saying is one test that often leaves me with the desire to throttle. Dealing with City and County officials is another test. Usually, that test leaves me with a desire to perform some god-like act of smiting of a dangly bit of male anatomy.
Some how I manage to restrain myself, usually with the help of children.
The daycare center next door to the church I work at use the church frequently. Usually, it’s the staff I see. They hold meetings or parent conferences here, but during the Holidays the children perform. I get the delight of watching bunches of children in different age groups come over and rehearse for the two weeks before Christmas.
Delightful stories come out of this time.
A small child, three or four years old, managed to get away from the watchful eyes of his guardians just long enough for us all to start a full-blown search of the church. Four or five minutes into the search, we hear a small voice giggling from the choir loft - “you all be so short frum up here!”
Naturally us adults were too dumb to know right away where the voice was coming from, so we kept searching.
“Noooo! I’s up here! Inna attic!”
We all look up and there’s a sweet little boy with wild curly hair waving at us cheerfully, from the choir loft.
About an hour later, another group of kids came over to rehearse their bit in the play. The rehearsal goes as smoothly as one could expect when working with three and four year olds. Except that when they were leaving, Jeremy decided he wanted to climb the grand old pine tree outside in the courtyard.
After a rough and tumble 20 minutes we got him to ground level and settled everyone else down. I knelt down to Jeremy’s level and asked him "why did you climb the tree?"
“Cuz I wanna be da star on top an’ look fer Sanna.”
How do you argue with reasoning like that?
I think when it comes right down to it, I’d rather deal with children.
Cuz goin’ ‘splorin’ inna attic an’ lookin’ fer Sanna on toppa da tree be much more funner!
