So it’s been a week ago today that I hosted the 12 little freshman princesses from the Sunday School class that I
got suckered into volunteered to teach. Now, I know that girls are different from boys. I took anatomy in high school and I’m a girl myself, so I think I know about the differences.
I guess what I wasn’t prepared for was the similarities! I was expecting these dozen young women to be recent graduates of Miss Mary Manners’ Charm School. I thought they would be refined young ladies who sat with their ankles crossed and spoke in quite voices with the occasional giggle.
Well, slap my grandma. I was wrong! My girly illusions were shattered the moment I heard one of them let rip a belch that was worthy of any 14 year old boy. In fact, had my 8 year old been around, he would have been very impressed!
Over the course of the evening, drinks were spilled, food was dropped, clothes and belongings were strung all over the floor, and a couple of times the conversation took a turn in a direction that required some redirection. Everything that I would expect from boys but never would have imagined would come from girls. But then there is still that one characteristic that separates the girls from the boys.
And that’s okay. I was kind of prepared for that and because I’m a girl, I cry, too. I cried with them a couple of times. It’s hard not to when you hear about what young people deal with in school today. And then there are the ones who struggle with growing up in broken homes – which was almost half of them. Yes, it’s hard not to cry.
So I continue to ask God to help equip me to teach these girls, be a role model of some sort and build a trusting realtionship with them. The truth is, I’m no charm school graduate myself. And what they don’t know, is that after a nice, cold root beer – I can hold my own.