Do You Think I'm Getting Old?

Perhaps it is just old age settling in, but I was really, really happy that Cheryl volunteered the both of us to babysit on Sunday night even though we had already purchased tickets to the big Christian music concert. And it was fun to give someone else our tickets so they could go in our place.

{The Called to Love Tour.}

But seriously. This was a major event. Four wonderfully talented Christian musical groups, all playing under the same roof. For three solid hours. For an extremely reasonable price. What could be better than that?

Um ... babysitting?

This is the kind of thing that makes me believe old age is creeping up on me. Just the thought of sitting (or standing) in an auditorium (actually a gymnasium/auditorium) for three hours listening to ever-so-slightly-louder-than-I-can-stand music - even though the message and the melodies are wonderful - makes me hesitate for a moment and consider if I really want to go through the hassle.

And I know if the opportunity to babysit had not come up, we would've gone to the concert and had a wonderful time (although I would've brought along some cotton to stuff in my ear canal just in case they started hurting) and bought the albums and shaken hands with the artists (if Security allowed) and considered ourselves blessed and lucky.

But ...

Instead, we dropped off the kids at the church building and let them have the marvelous time with the wonderful music and the talented artists while we went back to the house. And we stayed at our house and took care of two wonderful little toddlers. And pulled out all the old toddler toys. And watched scenes from "Milo and Otis". And "The Little Mermaid". And had apple slices and water for snacks. And read Sandra Boynton stories on the couch. And put them to bed at 8:30 p.m.

And then the toddler's parents came and picked up their children, and then we went to the church building and picked up our children, and both of us - parents and children - agreed that we had spent a wonderful evening of fulfilment and joy, each in our own separate ways.