My Sunday was not as great as I would have liked it to be. It was a beautiful morning. I slept til I couldn't anymore. I ate breakfast. I felt good. I went to church. Maybe I should just not talk to anyone at church anymore.
Just because you are 45, have grown kids, and have lived longer than me doesn't mean that I don't know anything and just don't understand.
Don't tell me I don't know how things around the church work.
I have experiences with the church. Yes, they were different than yours, but don't tell me that I just don't understand and can't until I'm older and experience more.
And don't tell me I don't know anything about kids.
I may not have kids yet, but I'm the oldest of four BOYs. I've babysat for all kinds of kids since I was 10. I've overseen a youth program for kids 3-12 for three years. I taught Junior High and preschool. I help out with nieces, nephews, and friends kids all the time. I may not have my own and when I do I might not do it perfectly, but don't tell me I just don't understand how kids are. I've experienced plenty more than most people my age.