Generalizations are not my Strongsuit

Apparently I’m really good with other people’s kids, too.

On Sundays at Church, I do singing time with the primary kids (3-11 year olds). I also do a lesson to go with the song so that they get more meaning out of it. That way they aren’t just listening to an hour of cheesy piano music, plunking through a Bluetooth speaker.

The song we sang the last Sunday was “I’ll Walk with You,” which is very WWJD about being kind to people who are different. Super cute. Go find it on YouTube. So, the kids and I talked about loving people who walked/talked/looked/etc. differently. Their differences were what made them special and beautiful, all good things. 

Then Mama Bear Rachel kicked in. We somehow got onto the subject of even loving the kids in school who are mean to us. Instead of keeping it light and happy, like a normal person, I explained what a bully was and made the kids promise to never be one. We talked about how we should try to be kind to bullies when we stand up to them. THEN, I shared that I gave my kids permission to use a three strikes rule. If they tell a bully to stop pushing them around (and tell the grownup in charge) without the desired outcome, then they are allowed to push/hit/kick/whatever back. I followed up by saying they shouldn't do that without their parents' permission. But no one is ever allowed to touch them, and not defending themselves is NOT what Jesus meant when He said to love everyone. 

I unintentionally turned primary into a body safety PSA. I may or may not get replaced.