I'm Really A Parent

Sunday was Nolan's first day in the nursery at church. We took a hiatus after Nolan was born from going to church, and it's only been the past few weeks that we've been back. It's good to be back. But difficult with a squirmy baby who should be napping and would rather be on the ground exploring the world.

So after three attempts of bringing him to church with us (note: I would have put him the nursery from day 1, but my husband was a bit more hesitant of doing that) we finally decided that it was time. Finally!

We arrived early on Sunday. I was very impressed with our children's area! There was a visitor's desk where we signed Nolan up and then we were given a tour guide that took us to the room (he's a bumble bee...how cute is that!?) and told us all about the check in/out process, helpers to children ratios, how to fill out the form and how loved he would be. We put the sticker on his back with his name and handed him over. Then the tears came. Not from me, nope, not at all. Seriously. This isn't one of those "Not Me" posts. :)

Nolan went hysterical. Awww...he loves us! We said "We love you!" and walked away. We went to the service which was peaceful, for us, because we didn't have our squirmy baby with us. But I'm afraid that Dave was a bit more concerned about how he was doing. He kept checking his watch, the pager that they gave us and then his watch again. Just after the pastor said "Amen" Dave was up and running to get Nolan. Not because he missed him, but to "miss the rush". Yeah, right.

Nolan did GREAT! He had a bottle just after we left and he even got to go in a ride in the multiple baby stroller. What a life. We got him in the car and he was asleep within minutes. Poor bugger.

You're probably thinking, "Uh, I don't get the title of the post after reading all of this." And why would you?

Nolan's been in our life since June. Our lives have changed. We don't go out by ourselves very much. We have baby necessities all over our house, he gets calls from the grandmas and grandpas, we change diapers, wipe up spit up, suck snot out of his nose - all things that parents face. But Sunday is kind of when it hit me. I have a child to put in a church nursery. Wow. I'm not on the other side of the half door welcoming the children and telling the parents "he'll be just fine" (I used to teach 3 year olds). They are telling me that.

And I love it. Being a parent and putting him in the nursery.
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