Confessions of a Pastor’s Kid!

I read this today and laughed so hard! It reminded me of my pastor’s kids when I lived in another city. This cracks me up! Hope you enjoy. It also makes me think about my kids and the pits that I want to avoid!!!!

Growing up as a pastor’s daughter was fantastic in so many ways, but then there were those other things about it. See, there are some ideas people have about PKs (as those in the secret society call ourselves). I am going to explain a few of these over the next few days. Some of these are funny (at least to me!); some of these are as serious as two old ladies bringing the same dish to a church dinner. So without further delay:

I was not created solely to be an example of godly living for your bird-brain kid.

First things first, just because my father was called to be a pastor does not mean that I am some weird spiritual prodigy. I was a normal kid. I didn’t even like some of your weird kids that I had to be nice to every week. I was not a very sweet child; so, my poor mother was constantly being berated with the fact that I was mean to some kid. She had to listen to this bizarre idea that I was somehow NOT the same as every other kid many times. She would glare at me across the room as she calmed some mom down and told her that I would be “dealt with” immediately. Then, she would hang up the phone and have a conversation that sounded something like this:

“Hope, why is it so hard for you to just be sweet to other kids?”

“Mom, they’re stupid! They keep asking the teacher dumb questions. Why can’t…”

Then she would shake her head and walk out of the room.

My dad, however, would look people in the face and tell them that he was the pastor, not his 5 year old. I LOVED getting to see this side of my dad. He had my back. And he taught me very early on that I was not defined by what he did. He never allowed people to treat me differently. Now, he would tell me to be nice and teach me all those lessons that parents should, but he refused to have me held to some special standard.

Even now when I deal with kids at church, I remember this. I don’t expect any kids from “those families” to be anything but their age. By the way, I also know that any crazy scheme that the pastor’s kid gets caught in the middle of doing, the deacon’s kid is TOTALLY behind it.


~ by pennymaxwell on December 8, 2008.

6 Responses to “Confessions of a Pastor’s Kid!”

  1. I also know that any crazy scheme that the pastor’s kid gets caught in the middle of doing, the deacon’s kid is TOTALLY behind it.
    Totally fuuny and oooohhhh so TRUE! haha!

  2. Honestly, we have not really had to deal with much of this. People know our kids are kids. I appreciate it when they tell me things about our kids that I need to know and I appreciate it when they love my kids and support them when they need that too.

    We have tried really hard for our kids to not feel like they are in the spot light and to just be kids who love Jesus.

    Seeing this article though, boy it took me back a few years!

  3. Hey…Hey

    As a deacon’s kid…we didn’t all instigate bad behavior of the PKs

  4. Oh do tell more Nicole! 🙂 Share from a deacon’s kids perspective! I like this banter!

  5. As deacon’s kid…I did feel the same pressure to always be good. Not only was my dad a deacon. He was the head of the “Official Board,” the adult sunday school teacher, and the Christian education leader. He was those things for all of my childhood years and most of my adult life. I can remember friends from church not wanting to come to my house because they were afraid my dad would break out the Bible. Now keep in mind these were friends from church.

    It was pressure that I did rebel against when I first went away to college. I looked for other outlets…thinking there had to be more than what I had learned at church out in the world. The interesting thing about me trying to rebel is that God kept sending people in my life who were searching for a relationship with God. When I was 20, I remember vividly talking with a friend of mine on how she had to gain her own relationship with God and it couldn’t be based on what her mother believed, but on what is in her heart and mind.

    Can I say lightbulb moment for me? I had to do the same thing. It took a few year, but I did it. Now I love every moment about still being under the spotlight when I go home to Maryland to go to church. My dad is no longer the head of everything, but he is still the deacon and an ear for the pastor to talk to.

    As far as PKs, I have the best relationship with the PKs that I grew up with. The pastor’s family and my family are very close. There are many birthday dates that are shared between our families. We were each others place to tell our secrets. I remember when the second daughter got pregnant at 20, the first person she told was my sister. My sister and her went to her parents to tell them.

  6. Totally agree with you! Go preach it to them!

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