Are You Kidding Me?

Are you kidding me? Yes you are. The whole world is “kidding” me. By that, I mean, the whole world is sending me their kids.

I was sitting in a kiddie pool, as were many other moms, somewhere in Hershey Park, and a couple of little girls swam over and started a conversation with me. They told me later, they assumed I was a teacher at their school.

As I write this, I am sitting at Chick Fil A, by a window to the play area so I can keep an eye on my own daughter. She is nowhere to be found, but there is a line of 3- and 4- year olds on the padded bench knocking on the window and waving to me. I own none of these children and their moms are all laughing at me, thinking I might consider taking them all home. Ha!

Really, I don't know what it is. I was once a teacher and have taught everything from Sunday school to public school to summer camp, from ages 3, through high school. So, it could be possible I have taught them, or more likely, their parents. (No, older brothers and sisters!) But it is not likely.

Where are these kids coming from?

Okay, I do not mean this to “toot my own horn,” but maybe to offer a challenge. Smiling is my natural defense. If I am ever attacked, I think my body automatically thinks I will befriend the enemy so that they will want to be my friend and not eat me. The Lord has kept me safe from wild animals that might take advantage of this.

But is it really a bad thing?

Well, other than a following of unfamilar ankle-biters, life could be worse. I don't have to feed them. Just give them a reason to think they are worth a smile today. Aren't they? Give it a try and see what it does for your life.