This post will answer a lot of your questions that you have regarding why? Why is April so crazy. Why does April do the things she does, act the way she acts. After you have read this post if you could feel sorry for me just a tiny bit, I would appreciate it. Thank you.
Did you ever go to church camp? Or any kind of camp? Did you have one special evening where everyone had to come up with a skit and you got to perform the skit during a beautiful banquet where everyone dressed up and was escorted to their table? Well, we did that at camp this week. Except this is Creative Arts Camp, and they do it a bit differently. Their banquet involves clowns serving the dinner. My mother was a clown……my mother IS a clown. Right after I had accidentally wiped brown gravy on my forehead my mother the clown swiped her camera out of my hand and took a picture of us together. Look at the agony on my face. That was pretty much how I felt during my teenage years when my mother made me be on her puppet team. But, no matter how miserable her daughter was about sticking a foam bodied doll on her arm and performing under blacklights and fog machines, my mother persevered. She has always had a heart for children’s ministry.
She can take a punk kid that has a wretched attitude and a wicked temper and in a few days that kid will have a neon-furry animal puppet stuck on each arm singing some silly Bible song with all their heart. It’s like she’s the Pied Piper of Puppets.
Even though my sister and I laugh and make fun of mom’s puppet skills and refuse to participate in any of her shenanigans our children LOVE IT!!! They LOVE doing puppets and getting dressed up in the costumes and acting out silly songs. Mom has managed to brain wash all of them with her props, and black lights, and fog machines and costumes.
She’s Giggles the Clown……and she’s my mom. Lord help me, please.