Rock Star! Layla is a rock star!
Several weeks ago, Layla asked if she could go to Cubbies with Rowan. I didn’t think she was old enough for a school-like environment, but she insisted she wanted to go with her big sister. So I decided to let her go and I told one of the leaders that I would be in Sparks helping out, just in case Layla decided Cubbies wasn’t for her.
There were no calls on my cell. No one came down to Cubbies. Layla had done it. My baby made it through Cubbies all by herself. My baby truly is growing up, I thought. So each week after that I’ve been letting her go.
A few days after Easter, I said something to her and she started reciting her Easter speech and then to my surprise she recited Rowan’s too. She knew Rowan’s speech? And got it right? Was I underestimating my baby’s abilities because I still saw her as a baby? I didn’t dwell on that question long, but thought maybe she could learn the verses she needed to say in order to graduate to the Cubbies book. I figured a verse a week would get us to the point where she could say all three verses right as Cubbies was ending for the year.
After dropping off the older two, Layla and I practiced her verses.
“I John- -“ I began.
“I John 4:10. Godlovedus and sentHisSon.” (In English, God loved us, and sent His Son.)
“Good job, Baby!” I was impressed. “Romans 3:23, all- -“
“All have sinned.” (Or rather it was a word that sort of sounded like sin.) “Rom 3:23.” (Or something that sounded like 23.)
“Way to go, Baby! Romans 5:8.” This time I decided to let her start by herself.
“While we- - were sinners- - while we- - were sinners- - “
I taught her the verse two words at a time and that’s exactly how she repeated it back. I noticed she seemed to be stuck on the first line. “While we were sinners, Christ- -“ I said.
“Christ died- - for us!” she shouted.
“Baby, you’re a rock star!” I told her and then turned in the car to give her a high five.
My baby is a rock star! Though I think I’m going to have to go to Cubbies to make sure they understand what she’s saying or translate as needed. I’m the mother of a rock star! Three actually.
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