It was not until I was dating my hubby that I discovered what a PK (Pastor’s Kid) was. Now there are three under our roof.
I have written before of some of the struggles of growing up PK (PK’s), but all is not negative of this experience! There are sweet benefits too.
One of the sweetest benefits for our kids is that they learn, from a very young age, how to communicate with people of all ages. They have spent time in homes with younger children, peers, and no children. They have gone to homes that are ‘child-proofed’ and those that have crystal candy dishes and lace doilies.
The best education our children have received from this life our family lives, is from being with those who are older … retired … elderly.
They have learned (although, like all of us, sometimes forget) to speak so that those with hearing problems can hear what they say. They know to make eye contact when being spoken to.
Most important, in this exposure to those much older than them, is that they see them as individuals to honor, respect and treat well.
One day, years ago, hubby took our preschool son to work with him. As the work day progressed hubby got a call about someone in hospital, and he had to go … alone. He was desperate for child care, and dared to call a lady who lived across the street from the church to see if she would mind our boy. She was elated to be asked! An hour after dropping our son off at her home, hubby returned to find the two of them playing on the floor with cars, complete with car noises. This boy of three or four playing with his new best friend, in her late eighties!
Our eldest has been taken out to lunch, taught how to bake special cakes, and given art lessons by sweet-hearted women who have invested their time and gifts into her life.
Our younger daughter has sleep-overs with one of her best friends (in her eighties), and has a gentleman (in the same age range) whose house she biked to (and made cookies for) on his birthday, to celebrate with he and his wife.
Our son, although thirteen, knows how to hold a conversation with the lady (same age range) who refers to him as her boyfriend. And he can smile genuinely when she calls him that.
They have done more senior visits than some pastors. They have learned to eat off of handed-down china (this being more stressful for me than for them). They have played games, shared jokes … shared their lives, with these beautiful seniors. Our children have had the opportunity to see these elder members of the community not as old people, but as fellow human beings, with worth, meaning and so much to contribute.
To some, spending time with a senior might, as Russell from the Disney Pixar movie “Up” said, “might sound boring, but I think the boring stuff is the stuff I remember the most.” And I think our kids will look back, and see the beautiful education on being human this PK experience has provided for them.
A good tribute, unlike many testimonies. In the end, life is about relationships. One of my best friends grew up as a PK and hated it. She swore she would never marry a pastor. But then, you have to know you’re called to life, otherwise why would you do it?
Absolutely Rhonda! As the great theologian, Rafiki (Lion King) said, “the past can hurt. But the from way I see it, you can either run from it, or… learn from it.” Maybe your friend ran, or maybe her running was the learning. There can be great pain in every upbringing … and great blessing.
Carole