Philosophical Monday: How to Nicely Not Volunteer

I don't want to call Betty dramatic. But this is what she's started doing when she wakes up and wants us to come get her.

I don't want to call Betty dramatic. But this is what she's started doing when she wakes up and wants us to come get her.

So one the of things that attracted us to our church as a then-childless couple was the promise of a nursery during service. However, this was before we found out that the one thing Betty would not “grow out of” was her aversion to being handled by strangers. She likes to look at new people, but she’s never been good with baby sitters, and as I’ve explained it to my friends when she burst out crying at their touch, it’s not you, it really is her.

The first attempt to leave her in the church daycare was a bit of a disaster. I signed her in, got my beeper and rushed out of there, before she could get upset as many books and websites have advised. By the time the offering plate was passed, my beeper was going off with the message, “PLEASE COME.”

I rushed there to find Betty hysterical, but she calmed down as soon as I took her into my loving arms … and deposited her on the floor to play with toys by herself. Yes, as long as I was there watching, Betty was perfectly fine playing quietly by herself and she even smiled a few times at the nursery workers that she had seemingly despised just a few minutes ago.

This past Sunday, I tried a different tactic (also culled from the internets). I started out playing on the carpet with Betty for a few minutes. Then I sat in a rocking chair about five feet away for a few minutes. Then after Betty was happily playing with the other babys and a few toddlers on the toy rug, I went to make a bottle near the door. After the bottle was made, I advised the nursery worker to m/b give Betty a Baby Mum-Mum cracker as opposed to picking her up if she starts crying. This was an untested theory, but these gluten, sugar and preservative-free rice rusk crackers have been our official go-to for getting through restaurant and at-home meals. Why not use it to get Betty through the rest of the service?

Betty barely noticed when I slipped out and I felt both relieved and a little unneeded when the beeper didn’t go off throughout the service. However, now another problem has arisen. The woman in charge of the day care and Sunday School has sent around several notes asking us parents to please volunteer in the nursery.

I was all set to sign up yesterday, but while attending to Betty in the nursery, I remembered something anew. Babies and children (other than mine) make me nervous. I never know what they want if they’re in their pre-talking year and I always feel awkward around them. The roadblock to becoming a nursery volunteer seemed to get even higher, when another baby in the saucer next to my chair started fussing, I attempted to pick her up as I had seen the other two women in the nursery do to great success with her.

She didn’t go ape, but she definitely wasn’t happy about getting picked up by me and soon one of the nursery workers had to come over and save her. So now I’m not sure what to do. On one hand I want to do my part to help out with the nursery. On the other, I ‘ve never been very maternal. For example, I’ve never been asked to babysit — I mean ever. And it’s my husband whose always praised for being good with children — not me.

Maybe I could volunteer to pass the offering plate instead…