Church on Sunday

It is funny the way things work out.


My littlest kiddo, the Knight, had to go to the doctor last week. He had some bumps under his arm. I took him to see a pediatrician on Tuesday. This was not our normal pediatrician, they were both booked and I wanted to get him in asap. In my opinion the doctor we saw was a bit of a quack, but he gave us a referral to a dermatologist. As I left he made a point of saying that the wait to get in to see the dermatologist was 6 weeks. I told him I would just stop over and see what they had available because the clinic was right across the street from the hospital. He (very rudely in my opinion) told me that I should just call because it would not matter if I went over or not anyway.

Little did he know!

I talked to a very nice receptionist who could not help but be charmed by my 3 1/2 year old. It just so happened that there had been a cancelation and the Knight could get in to see the dermatologist the very next day at 1:30! Ha ha, Mr. Pessimistic Pediatrician (PP) man! The Knight also managed to con her out of 4 stickers. (He was quite upset earlier when the PP neglected to give him a single sticker even though he could not have been better behaved there.)

So, the very next day we were off to see the Dermatologist, a very nice lady who rarely sees children. Yet, she was MUCH better with my little boy than the PP.

Anyway, my little Knight had caught a virus that caused lots of little wart-like-things to pop up under his right arm. She had a treatment for him that did not hurt in the office. About 4 hours later when we had to wash off the medicine, my poor little guy was hurting something fierce. He was a trooper though and slept through the night that night. The next day he was as good as new except for the blister marks under his arm caused by the medicine.

The blister marks turned to scabs as the week progressed, When it came time to go to Sunday school on Sunday, we were not sure whether to send him or not. We either had to explain why he had 25 little scabs under his arm or risk them accidentally picking up my little Knight under his arms and hurting his boo boos. As we signed our kiddos in at Sunday school, the printer that prints the kids names on stickers ran out of sticker paper right as it was printing out the Knight's name. We took this as a sign and opted to take him with us to church instead.

This is where things get interesting.

The sermon was all about little children and Jesus telling his people to "Let the children come to me." My little Knight could not have been better behaved in church either. He took turns sitting on DadOf3's and my lap and just cuddling. People all around us were watching him. They smiled at him and waved.

He was supposed to be there.

This was the one and only time DadOf3 and I had ever taken the Knight to church. He much prefers Sunday school where he can play and color and make a craft.

If not for the boo boos, the Knight would have been in Sunday school instead of church.

If not for my walking over to the hospital from the clinic, he would not have had the boo boos.

If not for the decision to take him to the non-regular pediatrician (something I had never done before), the Knight never would have gotten in to see the Dermatologist the very next day.

The Knight was supposed to be in church.

"Suffer the little children to come unto me. For to such belong the kingdom of Heaven."

It is funny the way things work out.