Getting Fiesty

One day, I thumbed through Jory's AWANA book and noticed he was near the end of it. So I decided we needed to gear up and get through it, get more patches and stuff that I don't sew onto his vest because I can't sew and I forget to take it so Aunt LaLa can sew them on.

The first Friday after we buckled down, I noticed Jory's book wasn't signed. I emailed the head of his program and she told me Jory was helping with the Old Testament timeline. Okay, I let it go. He was being helpful. We could still learn new verses and review the material he had already learned.

The second Friday after buckling down, I go through his book and only one chapter is signed. One chapter. We went through four. I talked to Jory and asked him what was going on. He gave me some mishmosh answer that didn't answer anything so I emailed his director again. I asked if Jory was having any behavioral issues, was too excited to say the verses he knows, that we say multiple times in a day. She assured me he wasn't any more trouble than any other excited six-year-old boy. Okay, we'll try again I thought.

I reminded Jory this Friday before I took him to class to say his verses and not play or help with the timeline, until they were said. I purposely picked up Rowan first. As soon as it was okay to come into his class, I walked and had Jory hand me his Sparks book. I searched the pages for the all important signature from his Sparks leader underneath mine. Nothing. Not one of the pages signed. Okay, it was on.

I stopped Jory from playing and asked him what was going on. He explained his teacher was going to come back to him, but never did. Uh, dude, you need to speak up. I asked him to point out his teacher. He did so I walked up to the teacher, and asked if we could talk. I explained that Jory knew his verses and the material, yet his book wasn't signed. His teacher apologized for skipping over Jory and said he would be willing to quiz Jory right then if I wanted. I quickly grabbed Jory sat him in a chair and said, quiz away.

The first verse, his teacher told him he got wrong. What? What is he talking about, I thought. Jory knows John 3:14 like the back of his hand. After the second time, his teacher paged ahead and realized the verse had been split up into parts a and b and Jory was saying the whole verse as one. That's what I'm talking about.

Like I knew he would, Jory continued to rock his teacher's world. When Jory tried to get up for water, I told him to sit down, Mommy would get it for him. I high fived him, handed him his water. He took a drink and kept going. My little Bible reciting athlete. Oh, the sound of my baby rattling off the New Testament. I was like buttah. I love this kid. And my mommy anxiety decreased. His teacher wouldn't let him finish the book, something about them having a four verse/material policy. Whatever, but okay.

So now Jory has two verses which we already know and on this Friday he gets his new book, which the director told me was pure review. I tried to get a sneak preview of the new book, but that wasn't allowed. Does this mean we can sail through this book? I wonder if we can finish two books in one school year? I guess we'll see.

Jory and I will have another talk about speaking up for one's self. Making sure your teacher doesn't skip over you and if he or she does to gently, respectfully remind them that you haven't had your turn. And I'll be sure to pick Jory up last and review his book for signatures before we leave. Now that I know who his teacher is, I'll have my eye on him.