This is Carter. He’s a Sunbeam.
Sunbeams are what we call the class of “3-turning-4-year-olds” at our church.
Up until the beginning of 2012, Carter was in the nursery at church, along with other kids his age, and a lot of younger kids as well. Sometimes he had a hard time sharing his favorite toys, and he didn’t always want to do what he was supposed to do.
Then he became a Sunbeam, and all of a sudden he was expected to sit in a chair and listen to lessons (along with singing songs, snack time, and sometimes even trips outdoors, of course). We were worried he wouldn’t do well.
We were wrong. He blossomed.
He loves his teachers, and he sits in his chair, and he is one of the most enthusiastic singers. He likes the little girls in his class, maybe a little too much (gotta talk to him about keeping his kisses to himself). He pays attention to the lessons and tells us what he learned.
And today I looked through the window to his class while one of the little girls was saying the closing prayer. He was the only one sitting in his chair, with his arms folded, and his eyes closed, for the whole prayer.
I was so proud of him.
So proud that when we got home I gave him a Ring Pop. And I hate Ring Pops.
But he deserved it.
He’s my little super hero, and I love him.
I love you, Carter.