World's Worst Mommy Award

Well, today I receive the honor of winning first place in the World's Worst Mommy Contest. Have you ever been there? We arrived at church by 8:15am this morning for our family portrait (fundraiser). By 9:00am, I took Spicy Girl to her Sunday School class. On the way to class, I noticed her hold her throat. I asked her if her throat hurt, and she said it did when she bent over.... ok..... I dismissed it as a funny feeling when she bent over to pick up her sippy cup she had dropped.

Now, let me back up a bit. For the past 4-6 weeks, Spicy Girl has had a difficult time behaving in Sunday School. She has a bit of a strong will, and will throw a fit if she doesn't get her way. If you give in to her, she will push it further. I told her teachers they had to page me when this happens so I can "nip it in the bud!" They finally brought her to me today. I took Spicy Girl into a room, asked her again what was wrong. She said, "I just want you Mommy." I replied with, "I love you, but you have to stay in your class and mind your teachers. I always come to get you when class is over. If you continue to "disobey" your teachers, and they have to come get me, you will be in trouble." I continued on with what the consequences would be if I was paged again.

Now, let me digress once again. My husband is the Children's Pastor at our church ( a large church with lots of kids), so we are quite busy on Sunday mornings.

So..... Spicy Girl makes it almost to the end of service, and I'm paged. Again, crying, not following directions, wants her Mommy. I come in, take her by the hand, and proceed to Daddy's office. As we head up there, I ask Spicy Girl if she remembers what the consequences would be if I was called again. She did. When we got up to his office, I sat down and looked her in the eyes again, and gently asked why this happened again. It's at that moment I noticed the glazed look in her eyes. I felt her head, neck and armpits. Oh my goodness, my baby had fever. I took her down to the nursery to take her temperature, and yes, she had 102. I felt like the biggest dirtwad!! She was not warm the first time around, but obviously not feeling good. I looked at her throat that she told me earlier hurt, and yes, it was red and swollen.

So my baby wanted her Mommy because she didn't feel good. She's 3 and hasn't gotten how to say, "Mommy, I don't feel good." yet. I was so glad I didn't punish her. I held her in my arms and apologized. I explained that I didn't know she felt bad and that she was not in trouble.

Thankfully Spicy Girl has a very forgiving heart. She has loved on me all day, and I have responded in oodles of love on her.